The curse of completion
Vega's mother slowly placed her legs one by one on her workbench her expression blank.
Bam! Bam!
That was the soft thud as the heels of her boots touched the workbench top, one before the other. "I think you are overreacting just a tiny bit," she said downplaying the matter.
Vega pointed his hand at the door while complaining. "But that's the daughter of the head salutary. His only daughter to boot. Aren't you worried he will retaliate?" asked Vega this time his expression showing faint traces of anxiety.
"He stole my title so it's only fair I mess with his daughter. Don't worry I know my limits… unlike you. You seem to have robbed two whole people from another pack," she said glancing at the girls with her lingering gaze stopping on the one covered in a black cloak.
With a slight tilt of her head, she watched the strange girl her interest piqued. There was something about her that drew her towards her like a moth to a flame.