Irida sat in her throne room, she had changed into a pair of linen trousers and a golden blouse. A cooler combination than the dresses she had worn for visitors.
She checked the time. She was no good at waiting patiently for her scouts to return. She wanted an update on her sister.
The last she had heard, her sister Nadine had been spotted staying in a bed and breakfast a few hundred miles north. Close to the border of Helena’s lands.
She relaxed a little, now that there was an alliance with the wolves. Keeping her sister safe would be easier. She would lean on Helena if she had to, to enforce that Nadine would be returned to her. Helena wouldn’t want to risk a war with the Lycans. Irida tapped her nails on the arm of the throne. Why was Nadine so foolish? Helena was leading a whole
