On a bed lay, Lia with her eyes closed and an expression so tranquil one wouldn't think she was a little devil when she was awake. The translucency on her skin had spread a little more up her shoulder and slowly but surely it was moving toward the critical parts of her body.
Ardeas sat there with a wet cloth while wiping away the sweat on Lia's forehead her eyes teary and swollen. After throwing such a fit earlier, she calmed down considerably but she was still extremely livid.
The tent curtain was pushed open and the advisor walked in her cloak covering her eyes and hiding them away from the sorcerer supreme. If one took a closer look one would notice she took great pleasure in Lia's suffering.
They had lost a lot of good folk for years fighting just one pack of werewolves. It was both humiliating and frustrating. Yes sure, the Linus pack were warriors in accordance with their bloodline but still, it was one pack and all for what?
