122. Servants of Talamh

Sora's ears moved and the little werewolf lazily opened one eyelid then the other. She stretched then sat on the bed. Her little jaw stretched open as she yawned without caring about the people around her. A hand caressed her silky fur.

"If you yawn like that without putting your hand up, you'll end up swallowing us all," said the voice of a woman.

Sora turned to look at her mother who smiled at her and someone knocked on the bedroom door. After a squeak, the faces of Eden and Glen appeared.

"So this pest elimination, how did it go? Why did you change your clothes?" Connor added squinting his eyes at his alpha friend.

"Hm, I can thank a certain skill that allowed me to get away with nothing more than smelly clothes and a mate who refuses to hug me until the scent goes away. I took three showers and it still sticks to my skin."