On her way back to the sleeping quarters for the Yet’hoda housed in Sonnabeg, Morielle made a sudden halt when someone blocked her way. She suppressed an audible gasp, heart pumping hard like it was hit by a sledgehammer.
“Where have you been, Morielle?” His voice was low but confrontational. Under the bright moonlight even though it was merely in a crescent shape, his face looked grim.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d ride to have some fresh air. I’m sorry, Father.” She hung her head.
His beast slowly marched closer to hers, so they’d be face to face. “If you want to be officially part of the Yet’hoda, I advise you to pay heed to your actions. Killing a veddelo during your training is non-punishable with regards to the Naim law, so you’re lucky you’re not going to be flogged by it o
