5
The dining hall was full when they walked in. Yesterday, Olivia had met a small group of people. Today, the area was filled. Werewolves. They were all werewolves, save for Nerina, who was a hybrid. Palms sweaty, and heart going off like a machine gun, Olivia tried to breathe.
“Be calm, Elska, no one will harm you here.”
“Who the hell is Elska?”
She didn’t know if he was growling or laughing at her with the sound he made, maybe a mixture of both.
“It’s a term of endearment. It means love or cherished one. You didn’t like little one.”
“Because I’m not little.” She wasn’t sure about being referred to as love either. It would send the wrong message to him and she didn’t want to do that.
Blue stopped walking to peer down at Olivia. To him, maybe she was little. She was five-foot-nine,
