“SHE’S A HANDFUL, ISN’T she?” the Tribunal member offered once Ember was safely out of earshot. I’d followed in her footsteps long enough to close the door and prevent additional uninvited visitors, which meant it was finally time to deal with our sassafras-scented visitor.
A visitor who had shown much more patience than I’d expected, but whose words now made me disinclined to offer him a seat. How could he pass judgment on our darling daughter?
Not that the uber-alpha appeared prone to take a chair even if one had been offered. Instead, he vibrated with wolfishness, his lupine half reminding me of my own mate on steroids. Rather than settling in any one portion of the room, in fact, the Tribunal member seemed to require constant motion in order to deal with being boxed up within walls.
