Azeera gritted her teeth, watching Olivera brush away at the walls.
This was the luna of our pack? What a joke! She thought. Feeling a tear sting her eyes, she turned aside and wiped it off, annoyed that things weren't going her way, annoyed that she was tearing up over the lame slave. Or is she that even?
One of the reasons Raul had called her in, was to warn her not to touch Olivera. The only person permitted to do so was him. He had also added that if she ever told anyone about what she had heard, then he will make sure that the last thing she saw in her life was the last scoop of dirt over her face. He was going to bury her alive if she didn't adhere to his commands! She shuddered, only thinking of it.
