Serena touched her throat and sighed. Her hand fell to the side and then she shuddered. These Dawnbreak wolves were not on a holiday, they had come for business. It had been about three days since the communal feast. The woman bit her lip and looked over at herself in the mirror. The dress was nothing to speak of, modest, dark plum with a layered collar but she still loved every one of Livia's creations. There was something dignified in their simplicity.
In the three days since, she had hardly seen Darius. And the times she did, he looked nothing like the man she had begun to know. His full lips were always drawn into grim lines, and the jokes that once fell easily from his mouth had since evaporated. She rubbed her arm absentmindedly and tried not to frown. She could only imagine how much stress he must have been under.
Her eyes drifted to the desk.
