Odessa was restless.
The day was about to come to an end. Keegan's journey was the next day and she couldn't help but worry he'd want to go with Thessaly.
The very thought sent a tremor of outrage through her.
She couldn't allow the machinating crone get such satisfaction. Perhaps, she could try to convince the Alpha to go without a female companion.
She set off for his chambers but found only Kalaril in, standing before a table and sharpening a Wic'ca blade against a whetstone.
Kalaril only paused for a second to regard her as she stormed in. He returned his attention to the blade.
"Where is the Alpha?" Odessa's angry eyes looked around as she removed the veil from her face.
"Not in - obviously," Kalaril muttered, not sparing her a glance.
Odessa huffed at his arrogance. Des
