He'll get over it, Selene assures me. He was just worried.
Yeah, well, he can join the club. I study our captive's face again. The pointed ears suggest Fae heritage, but I've never seen one with skin like this. The fabric of their clothing is equally puzzling—it looks like silk but moves like water, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Very strange.
"The area is secured, Beta," one of the guards reports.
Of course it is. No one else is here. But, I get it. Better safe than sorry.
Kellan nods. "Maintain the perimeter. No one approaches without direct authorization from myself or the Luna."
"Yes, Beta."
I want to apologize, of course. I want to beg forgiveness. But there's some things I can't do.
Pack dynamics are delicate enough without their Luna apologizing to the beta. I have to show that I'm confident in the decisions I've made.
Correct, Selene murmurs.
