The tension in the grand hall hung thick enough to choke on. Clara was known for loose lips and insatiable curiosity, shuffled forward, her eyes darting from face to face like a cornered weasel. Nothing stays a secret with Clara. Everyone wondered what she was up to this time.
"Alpha…" She stammered, her voice cracking under a hundred scrutinizing stares. "Perhaps… perhaps Shikta's niece…" She trailed off, her gaze flickering towards the woman in question.
"…Shikta's niece might have found the Locket... Shikta had gone in with her niece to clean up your chamber on the morning you set out for the war..." Slight gasps left everyone's lips at Clara's detestful lifestyle.
She paid no attention to them as she continued, "Her niece is known to have light fingers. Perhaps..."
Shikta whirle
