The Untamed Matriarch
"My brother’s favored... distraction. One of many, though she’s lasted longer than most."
Sierra finished her morning ritual with Mason and sauntered toward our table on her way out.
"This little wildflower must be Rowan," she said, her voice dropping into a sultry, melodic purr. She didn't have a human accent, but she spoke with a rhythmic confidence that made her seem larger than the room.
"It’s... a pleasure," I said.
"Oh, darling," she said, wrinkling her nose at me. "I’ve heard the legends already. The High Alpha over there spilled every secret," she added, jerkily nodding her head toward Mason.
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