“I am afraid. What are we going to do?” Me-Na-Ra asked in a low voice.
Me-Te-Ra could feel her shivers as her arms tightly enclosed him. He was still in an amusing frame of mind. “Nothing but wait,” he replied.
Me-Na-Ra was surprised. She looked up at a smiling Me-Te-Ra. She wondered why he is not afraid. There were many white beasts around them, growling. “Wait for what?”
“Ask; wait for whom instead of what.” Me-Te-Ra grinned.
“Please tell me. I am shuddering in fear, and you are just enjoying it.” Me-Na-Ra complained.
“We will wait for the alpha.”
“And what?”
“You are the queen of Zolopts. Face him, look him in the eye and let him know that you rule all these lands.” Me-Te-Ra patted her back.
Was he joking? How can I face the white beast? Me-Na-Ra thought. She assumed that Me-Te-
