Phoenix Maplewood she has used ancient and sanctified words

She ought to have felt bad. She should've been more forgiving, perhaps keeping in mind her own shortcomings in life. That wasn't the case, though. It was much too easy to hold grudges, to keep the hurt and anger pent up and wield it like a weapon. In the silence between them, she was the tensest of all, poised on the balls of her feet as if ready to fly into a tirade any second, but she held her cool long enough for Lasher to speak.

And then she did feel bad, because the druid had travelled all this way not with illusions that he would be received warmly, but with news. To correct the wrong of his alpha, presumably. And Saena felt the fight leave her at the very moment that Lasher announced his departure and turned to leave. She took a step in his direction, toying with what she should say, but nothing came to her lips and soon he was too far away.

She stood solidly in one place, watching after him with eyes dancing with uncertainty, and grew rigid. Reek was surely not blind to this turmoil and the fact that Lasher's intent, now revealed, had softened her anger. She only hoped that her mate would leave her to war with herself on this and wouldn't attempt to discuss it right now, if only because she wasn't sure how she would respond.