A permanent scowl was etched on my face as Camille returned from alpha grayson's office with a slight bounce to her steps.
"Hey" she chirped obviously ignoring the tensed atmosphere. She sat down on the stool across from me. "do you need help, Isla"
"No" I did not bother to look at her as I answered.
Her small lips formed into a pout and then she muttered "oh"
Priscilla dropped the knife she was holding "Don't you have assigned duty today?"
"Alpha Grayson looked really tired today" she stated, completely ignoring Priscilla's question. She rested her chin atop her hand "poor alpha, all the workload must be taking a toll on him" she sighed dreamily.
"That's not your concern Camille" divvy said, irritation seeping through her words.
"He's our alpha so technically it is my concern" Sh
