Alanna was in the bathtub thinking, once again. Did they even know she was a vampire, by now? Would they hunt her down? Faolán would probably hate her. Alanna, who was previously relaxed, with her head resting on the edge of the tub, sat up abruptly. 'So what if he does?' she said, as if she didn't care. 'You know you like him,' a voice in her head said. 'No, I do not like him! He's nothing but a disgusting wolf that looks like Aillard.' But she knew that wasn't true.
"It must be this damn bond!" She said out loud, punching the water. She got up and grabbed the towel, drying herself off before getting out of the tub. Morana had put some herbs in the water in order to hide Alanna's scent. The pouch was on her bed. In fact, Morana had already made it, but hadn't given it to Alanna. She wanted Alanna to be discovered, which could lead to a fight between her and the wolves, with the possible death of Faolán by the hands of Alanna.
