Novel & Cerita Petra Mcsm

Petra, who had laughed rough and real outside the main building the night Jasmina told her not to do anything Dasha wouldn't do. She went to the medical station herself. Petra was awake, sitting up, with her left arm in a sling and the specific look of someone who was in pain but refusing to show it more than necessary. She saw Jasmina come in and started to do something like sit straighter, and Jasmina said "don't" and pulled up a chair.

"Something built to last." "Yes." "And when are you doing this?" "When it's right." "Which means you have no idea." "Which means I'm waiting for the right moment." He picked up his coat. "Let's go see what Petra has." Petra was the pack jeweller and had been for thirty years and received us with the polite wariness of someone who has learned that when an Alpha arrives at short notice it is seldom for a routine commission. I described what I was looking for. She listened without interruption.

"Someone to manage the child on the journey." "Or someone we have not accounted for," Hazel said. Lena had been listening from two steps behind us and she said, quietly, "I know who it is." We all looked at her. She looked at the building. "There was a woman," she said. "In the east side. A few months after I arrived in this city. She used to come to the building, not to see me, I thought she lived there, but I saw her talking to Scott once in the lobby and afterward she looked at me in a way that I filed and did not examine closely enough." She paused. "Her name is Petra. She has worked for Reeve for fifteen years. She manages the things he does not want attached to his name."

Toward the east wing, which held the older parts of the fortress, the sections we used for storage and records rather than daily life, where corridors were narrower and less frequently walked and a person who knew the building well could move without being seen. The name the Moon Goddess had given me. Petra. I had known Petra for eleven years. She had come to us as a refugee from a pack in the northern territories whose Alpha had sold female wolves to other packs as payment for political debts. She had been nineteen years old, furious and frightened in equal measure, with a gift for languages and codes that Nyx had immediately recognised and put to use. Over the years she had become one of o