Tali's POV
I take in Maria’s large green eyes, and long dark hair threaded with white, gray hair. At around fifty, she’s the oldest among us. The one with the most wrinkles and a tired look in her eyes that says she’s had enough.
What would she give? What would she do to avoid being made into the pack’s newest victim?
“Submissives don’t lie,” I whisper as I take a step back. Not back in the direction we came, but at an angle, away from her… away from the house at my back. “Not unless someone has ordered them to.”
Now, everything she’s said makes sense.
She was always careful to be just vague enough, to have me make assumptions so I wouldn’t catch her in a lie.
Only, without realizing it, I’d forced her to answer a question that had only one answer, so her lie immediately struck me.
