She smiled. “I meant if you were still sore after the attack. How’s Snowmass Pack, anyway?”
“I knew what you meant,” I said. “The pack is still in some turmoil, but recovering. Keziah is a strong alpha, and she has always been calm under pressure. This attack was no different,” I said, frowning as I thought back on it. “A warlock from the coven that works with the pack turned on Keziah. I tried to question him after we subdued him, but he must have had some instant death hex or spell. He burned to ash when he was about to answer me.”
Celeste’s eyes fluttered open, and she swallowed hard, looking out at the room. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright,” she said after a beat too long. “I could feel your pain, but only distantly. And I’m glad that Keziah and the others are alright, too.”
I frowne
