SILVER BLOOD
I wondered who it was this time, walking towards the door and pulling it open.
It was a girl I’d never met before. She stood with a look of annoyance on her face like she didn’t want to be here.
She was a head taller than me with long black hair, really beautiful.
"So, you’re the one taking up Tyrell’s time these days," she said, not particularly happy about it.
"You’d think it was someone even worth bothering about," she muttered to herself.
"My name is Arya, and Tyrell is my mate," she declared, exerting her dominance as well as marking her territory.