Terrell's POV
"Go have some breakfast with the others," I said gently to her. "The Alpha gave me an errand to run. I'll be back soon."
She bit her lip, her hands suddenly trembling. "I... I don't think I can."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not comfortable with any of them." Her voice was small, almost apologetic. "You and the high priestess are the only ones I've spoken to. I don't think I can just... talk to the others."
I studied her face - the genuine fear in her eyes, the way she seemed to shrink into herself at the thought of approaching my warriors alone.
I understood. Of course I understood.
These were the men who'd ridden with me from the Hound pack massacre. Who'd helped burn that castle to the ground. Who looked every inch the brutal killers they were.
But as much as I got her point, as much as I wanted to coddle her and keep her safely tucked away from anything that scared her, I also needed her to learn.
To toughen up.
To speak to her subjects.
