I looked around the room to see my friends' expressions were matching my own. All of us were uneasy and tense. Did we make a mistake by telling her straightforward what was going on around her? After all we didn't know her and what she's capable of. It was a risky gambling, and by the aura she emanated I started to fear for my own life to be honest.
The only one relaxed here was for some reason Rachel. She returned to sitting in her Grandpa's chair and she was absentmindedly caressing her swollen belly, smiling under her nose. I tell you white wolves are weird, and I feel sorry for whoever messes with them.
Silence in the room was interrupted by the doors opening and Gareth entering followed by one of the twins. For the love of Goddess, how does Martha know the difference between them?
