“I am beyond thrilled to have the opportunity to scent the air with two of the most striking wolves from the American territories. Welcome, Ava and Riley.”
Because the scribe was speaking the Southern dialect, Riley had to wait for her translator-pendant to hum before she could offer a rehearsed toothy grin. I, however, had spent enough time stalking the Southern borders to speak the tongue fluently. Within moments, I was conversing with the interviewer as if we shared the same den. The rapport was instant, leaving Riley looking like a confused pup on the sidelines.
“There is a howl across the digital landscape about your collaboration,” the scribe continued. “Some call it a skirmish for the crown. What is your stance on this hunt?”
Blake stood off-camera, his scent spiked with the fear
