Commander of Centaurs, Tielo, watched queen Alita lost in her thoughts. They sat in her chamber with a plate of freshly cut fruits on the table. But the pieces remained untouched as the topic of discussion was something they both had not expected to have.
"Queen Alita, would you say something?" Tielo finally asked after his patience ran thin.
"What should I say?" The queen asked, blinking her brown eyes.
"I thought you would be happy to hear that the werewolf leader has finally found his mate. Soon he would marry her and then because of the curse of your greatgrandfather, she will also die just like every other O'Dell woman."
Wasn't that what Alita was waiting for?
Alita, on the other hand, was thinking along different lines.
"You know that werewolves usually find their mate after they turned twenty, right?"
Tielo nodded his head. He had heard about it. He ran his hand through his curly ginger coloured hair.
