“You look to be in a very good mood.”
“What do you want, Martha?” Samira growled. She was far from a good mood. Unless the older she-wolf was referring to a good mood to commit murder, then she would be right on point. Samira wanted to sink her sharp fangs into a particular human that was messing up her plans. Plans she had worked on for years. So she definitely wasn’t in the mood for the old she-wolf’s dry jokes.
Martha chuckled softly, lazily covering the distance that separated them. The sound of the gravel, dead leaves, and twigs crushing under her feet was swallowed by the forest in which they stood. They were just a stone’s throw away from the pack houses, but the dense foliage of the trees gave the illusion of being much deeper.
Birds were already settled in their nests, secured
