RHEA
"I do believe she actually likes you," I say with a smirk, before dropping my eyes down to my drink and taking a sip from it. Irena scuttles off to the bar, as the warm, honeyed liquid trickles down my throat.
Ambrosia, or mead, as it is more commonly known nowadays, is, truly a heavenly drink. The God's and Goddesses claimed it as their own, but it had been around far longer than they had.
We had been around far longer than they had.
I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, the scent rising up through the air, as I mull over what Irena has told me. A wolf with opalescent fur in her Pack, that in itself makes it worthy of a closer look, but Solana Kenna... We thought we had lost her years ago. I nurse my glass in my hand, standing up and heading out one of the hidden doors around t
