Chapter Hundred-Twelve – Waiting
Finally, she had been summoned to the Alpha's quarters.
Valkyrie pulled her hair and Laurel nearly screamed. The maids giggled amongst themselves.
"Sit still or it'd hurt! You are going to debate for the lives of our people. Look presentable." Valkyrie had a motherly tone.
Laurel fell back. Her hair and skin had returned to their miserable state after she returned from High Moon and continued her harsh training and sleeping on the hard bed.
She bothered to look presentable only because she hadn't gotten to Sorren and have him agree to let her people be a pack under them.
When she spoke about it at High Moon, he had only commented on how mischievous she could be.
If she wanted to get to him, she had to check his first box on looking presentable. That one cared about looks.
