Rhea
The room is very quiet as I stare at Selene Nightengale. I hear the sound of a clock tick and the sound of guard’s boots outside. I look at the wine glass Selene pushed toward me. It's filled with deep red wine that shines under the dim lamps. My dry throat is dry, partly from a long clinic shift and nerves of sitting across from the woman who was supposed to be the Luna of this pack.
“Come on, have a drink with me.” She raises her own cup and pauses for a moment before taking it to her lips. I pause for a moment before taking a small sip like her. The wine sweet with a bit of a metallic aftertaste that I figure comes from the pricey vintage. I set the glass down, my hands folded tightly in my lap.
"I suppose you’re wondering why I asked you here," Selene says in a smooth and melod
