Jealousy stirred at the sight, seeing her so close to Sam, touching him so casually, but she released Sam's hand as the doctor drew closer.
Chasel came closer and grinned at him.
"How'd she..." He shook his head.
"She's going to be a perfect luna. The goddess is raining blessings upon you... and the kingdom."
Adolph agreed, but the thought gave him pause. How could an ordinary seventeen-year-old woman born on the border know how to calm a werewolf on the edge of turning rogue?
Perhaps she had inherited her father's bravery to approach the man, but the elegance and ease she had were strange.
There was a sophistication to her approach and confidence that made no sense.
He wanted to ask Chasel if she had always been that way, but a soldier bared his teeth and snarled at Laura.
"And who are you to talk to us like that?"
Adolph stepped forward.
"She has every right to."
She gasped as Adolph placed his hand on her shoulder. The soldiers and the doctor shrunk back.
