The Last Red Wolf
Surprisingly, Freya stopped them from attacking by lifting a hand.
She chuckled at Alana. “You must really enjoy hitting me, Alana. Does it excite you?” Her smirk was seductive.
“Only a shameless, ugly-looking ogre would ever get excited by you. Oh wait, one already has,” Alana mocked.
It was Freya’s turn to hit her, and so she did.
“Don’t you dare bring him up,” she seethed.
“Oh, you can bring up Cillian, but I can’t bring up your stinky ogre?” Alana asked rhetorically. “How rich, very elven-like.”
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