Before the woman reveals herself, however, the scent of perfume hangs thick in the packhouse strong and almost too strong-an overpowering floral scent that permeates the air, clashing with earthy musk of the pack. The warriors at the entrance stiffen, exchanging glances before one of them lowers his head in forced respect.
Eleanor has arrived.
She does not wait to be told to step inside. She walks past the guards with her head tipped high and contempt in her eyes as she surveys the interior with disdain.
The big hall is quieter than the usual sounds, those who know her well had been wise enough to keep their distance. The rest feel the energy around and shy away.
Every footstep creates an echo on the freshly-polished wooden surfaces as she strides towards the center wing where Melissa
