Althea froze for a brief second. She hadn’t expected to be called out so suddenly. Her fingers tightened slightly on the fabric of her dress, though her face remained calm.

The whispers began again.

“What could she possibly perform?” someone whispered.

“She’s Cain’s daughter, not a court lady and I heard she never leaves the pack too nor learn a thing. They say she’s the favorite but the good for nothing daughter.”

“You’re wrong. She has magical abilities. And she ...