Kaelen looked at Roxy. He saw the light in her eyes. He saw the curve of her smile. But he also remembered the Dragon scent on her skin when she first arrived.
It was disgusting to him, and now that she has his own scent, a small smile bloomed on his lips.
When Vorn saw this, his lips hardened into a thin line.
He didn't like this.
"She changes everything," Vorn murmured, his voice low so only the King could hear.
"She saves us," Kaelen replied, his eyes fixed on Roxy's laughing face.
"Does she?" Vorn asked, his tone dark. "She comes from nowhere. She smells of Dragons. She builds houses of Iron-Wood that resist fire. She feeds us food we have never seen."
Vorn turned to his King.
"She makes us weak, Kaelen. Look at them. They are laughing. Wolves do not laugh. We are hunters that dominate the woods, we are feral and mighty."
Kaelen stiffened. "They are happy, Vorn."
