Third-person POV,
The cold shivers that ran down her entire spine when she heard those words a few days ago in her apartment returned the moment she realized what the young girl standing before them just said.
"Oh..my...God!" She let out wearily turning to look at the person beside her with an ash-like face.
"What's happening here?" She said so low a normal person would have missed it because it was as if she was trying to ask him questions with her eyes instead of using her words. Although, she tried saying the words out but it's like they were stuck in between her lips and were only able to come out in a mere whisper.
"What are you talking about," the young man asked the young girl who was still standing with her head in a bow and a bowl she was holding extended forward for them to wash their face in it.
This was a tradition carried out by the succeeding next Alpha; in other words, the new king of the realm, that was what the young girl was told.
