41. THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

“Good morn, my lord,” Kendra greeted softly, trying her best to come off as ill after an entire day of avoiding the General. When she left the impromptu meeting from the day before— yes, the very one that had been called to address her actions when she had been in wolf form, she hadn’t gone out of her tent since, cooped up inside for fear of being sniffed out by the General and his impressive nose that for some weird reason could sense wolves and the supernatural.

I mean, how did that even work anyway?

She wanted to believe that perhaps he had been lying to her about it all— lying to maybe impress her?

Because he hadn’t exactly sniffed her out yet despite all his claims.

But that wasn’t a chance she was willing to take since she knew the consequences would be dire if his claims turned out to be true.

And so she had been indoors, trying to come up with ways to get this silly quest already over and done with. It wasn’t until later on in the evening that she found out from one of t