Rhea

Rhea walked slowly, her hands brushing against the carved walls, tracing grooves she didn’t understand. 

She had not been told to stay in her room, but she knew some wolves wished she had.

Voices were heard in the corridors. Too soft for normal ears, but she heard them. Wolves whispers were never quiet enough.

“…she’s wrong.”

“…no scent. Not one trace.”

“…how can the Alpha allow her inside?”

Her shoulders tightened, but ...