They were having a hearty meal that night and Bjørn could not keep quiet about his tie the day before and Violet was entertaining him with her rasp and eager attention.
She awwed and uhhed at all the right places while Bjørn mildly exaggerated some part of his tale, and it was amusing for Blair to watch.
The door leading in into the feast hall was thrown open suddenly, the cool air from the night blowing on the flames of the candles on the table making them flicker
"Freyja! General Vlod!! The Alpha is back a-and... He is greatly Ill!" Milo cried at the occupants of the table.
The spoon in Blair's slipped out of her hand and unto her plate with a loud clatter. The only sound in the silence that descended in the room.
Blair felt all color drain from her face.
One second passed. T
