* * * Florence’s POV * * *
The feeling of unease washes over me as I assess the piercing stares of the werebears. They are scrutinising my statement. They are wondering if I speak the truth. They are wondering if Balador would really speak to a wolf. Some are even wondering if they should kill me where I stand, rather then listen to what they believe is utter bull s**t.
Their eyes speak a thousand words, even if they speak none themselves. At the moment, I don’t care about them. They won’t harm me, unless their King orders it. At the moment, the only person’s reaction I need to worry about is King Edwards.
He’s looking at me, his eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. He’s old enough to know that the gods’ work in mysterious ways, that the unexpected can be just around the corner, and
