Elara was carrying a heavy bucket filled with lots of folded sheets along the wooden stairs of the servant wing. She automatically knocked at the back door of each bedroom, waited for any kind of answer, either rude or silent, and came into the room to pick the dirty laundry and change it for a clean one. The rooms were usually empty but today they were unexpectedly crowded as many groups of warriors were gathered to play cards or soundly sleeping on their beds. Elara thought the alpha might have given them a rest after yesterday’s complicated night. Some of them recognized her as the archer who dared to challenge the alpha yesterday’s morning. She just lowered her head and tried to act as if she was a ghost. Nobody talked to her directly but she could feel their stares fixed on her ba
