~ LARK ~
“Take a seat,” the old wolf said.
Lark blinked, but did as he bid, dropping into one of the thick chairs that faced each other, then looked at him expectantly, doing her best not to show her nerves.
Elder Lorde lowered himself into the opposite chair and took a moment to shift in the seat, as if he weren’t entirely comfortable physically. But his shoulders were relaxed and his eyes, when he finally looked up at her, were kind.
“The Demon Alpha lives,” he said bluntly. Lark blinked again, then swallowed. But before she could ask, he continued. “I believe the elders have been influenced. Without their knowledge. I hope… I hope that their hearts would not go willingly. But I can’t yet be sure. It’s why I chose to give you this warning in private. Just in case.”
“I… thank you.
