He Will Never Believe Me

ZINA

"Telling a false vision once again, are we?"

Zina almost staggered at the sound of his voice, but thankfully, her subconscious remembered that she had an image to uphold before thousands of werewolves that were beholding her for what was probably the first time in years.

She didn't like to boast about it, but not everyone had the privilege of seeing her face.

Really, she was not boasting. 

Zina faced Daemon squarely, knowing that time was ticking against them. She could almost feel the Alphas, Betas, and Thetas standing on the lower pavilion stretching their ears for a good gossip. 

They must be wondering what the hell was happening, had Daemon won or not? Was the time of the DireWolf finally nigh?

Zina bowed in true obedient fashion. "You're here, Alpha Daemon?"