DEXTERA
Standing in Thor's presence, I curled my toes nervously while frantically picking on my fingernails.
I could feel his eyes on me, watching, studying, and probably judging. I hated that glare of his which made me feel like a sinner. It reminded me of how everyone regarded me back at Bisclaveret.
The Alpha looked conflicted.
I could tell by the way he paced around the room, saying nothing for what felt like forever as I waited quietly for whatever verdict he would hand down.
Truthfully, I expected the worst.
After everything that had happened, I doubted Astrald would keep someone like me. Banishment sounded merciful. Death seemed even more likely.
Finally, he stopped pacing.
"Is there a reason you possess... that creature instead of a wolf?"
His voice was calm, but I knew b
