The Blood Moon Ascendance
I made to speak but Alpha Fenrir turned to Martha.
"Martha?" He gently called. "Mind telling me?"
"It is Mia's," Martha said through gritted teeth.
"Is that so? Well, it has been quite a day and everyone is tired. Why don't you go ahead and rest first? Perhaps you would feel less worried when you wake up."
Martha kept silent for a while and I had the fleeting thought that she was going to refuse but instead she nodded meekly and stepped out of the room.
Fenrir watched her go then turned his attention towards me then, his gaze penetrating as he regarded me with a mix of curiosity and assessment. "And you, Mia," he said, his voice soft but firm. "What made you and Martha spar?"