Lena waited a long while after Alistair had gone before peeking her head out from behind her fluffy tail.
She scanned her surroundings cautiously, as if to confirm something. Then she saw them—a group of beastkin standing outside her door, their faces etched with worry.
A blush crept up Lena's cheeks. She quickly gestured for them to close the door, only letting out a breath of relief when they did. The tension finally seeped from her body.
She felt utterly drained, a weakness pervading her limbs. Face still flushed, Lena shakily pushed herself to her feet. Her long, slender legs trembled, forcing her to brace herself against the wall as she made her way to a cabinet. She pulled out a fresh pair of undergarments and changed, feeling much more composed afterward.
Slam—
The door was suddenly thrown open. Riven burst in, his face a mask of panic.
"Lena, are you alright? That bastard didn't do anything to you, did he?"
