Ella
I pinched the bridge of my nose, torn between exasperation and reluctant affection.
Typical Lucy. Laughing in the face of danger—most of which she probably exaggerated for dramatic effect.
“What’s wrong with our mining business?” I asked, keeping my voice low despite the urgency curling tight in my stomach. “What does the pack need right now? Tell me how I can help.”
There was a pause on the other end. Just half a beat too long.
“Oh, thank the Moon, my little princess. It’s nothing! Just a tiny problem,” she said quickly, her voice pitched unnaturally light. “Our silver ore was rejected by some insignificant little pack. Their Alpha claimed it wasn’t good enough, so Alpha Lucien is going to talk to them. That’s all. You don’t need to do anything. You just need to stay happy.”
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