Third Person
The night was calm and still. People had retired to the comfort of the arms of their families, while unmated wolves turned to the warmth of their duvets, but that was not the case with Gamma Alios.
Alios had returned home early. She could not continue staying at the herbalist’s, not when her life seemed to be on the line. She had gotten home a little before darkness covered everywhere, quickly cleaned up, and patched up whatever was edible in her small room.
It wasn’t the very best, but knowing Frank was serious about her and was more stable, she had not put in effort in upgrading her lifestyle—not when marriage was around the corner, and she would live in his apartment after.
Alios lay on the bed, completely exhausted. The day’s events played in her head like a broken rec
