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 ruthless Alpha was conflicted—I could tell. I waited patiently for his verdict. This time, I sincerely didn't expect him to keep me in Astrald any longer. I expected the worse; some kind of banishment verdict, or even death.
“Is there a reason why you only have such creature in you instead of a wolf?” he asked, breaking the silence after minutes of pacing around me.
“Of course, there is. Everything in this life has its cause and cycle, but I don't know mine.”
He moved a bit closer
