Chapter 4 Sorra and Lisbet

Sorra couldn't help but wish she could allow herself to fall for her mate as he gingerly unlocked her shackles.

"I should have taken these off earlier," he said, sounding angry at himself as he stroked the marks on her wrist. Sorra sighed impatiently and took her wrists from his grasp and rubbed them absentmindedly as she curiously perceived her surroundings. The scent of pine from the nearby woods called to her and she sadly remembered how only three months ago she was free to roam woods such as these. Thayor gently but firmly pulled her from her thoughts as he guided her into the castle.

The moment they were inside, Thayor's Beta, Silas, approached the High Lord.

"Urgent news from our scouts in the South, Alpha," Beta Silas said with a bow.

"Can't it wait until morning?" Thayor said forcefully, trying to keep his wolf from ripping out his best friend's throat. Sometimes he had no desire to do anything but follow his instincts, and at the present, his instincts were consumed with thoughts of Sorra.

"I'm afraid not," Silas responded apologetically. Grunting, Thayor growled at the first female servant he saw.

"You!" he snarled, "take Luna Sorra to my chamber. Make sure she is fed, bathed, and clothed at once."

"Yes milord," the woman replied softly.

Sorra glared at Thayor's tone. How dare he speak to people like this? How dare he make her sleep in his room?!

Thayor looked longingly at Sorra one more time before departing, surprised at her expression. He wasn't sure what he had done wrong this time.

Sorra followed the young woman through the halls and asked, "Does he often yell at servants and his Beta? Don't lie to me, please."

"W-w-well, the High Lord is very important a-a-and needs things done promptly so he can serve Britain well," she demurred.

"Humph," Sorra snorted.

"What is your name?"

"Lisbet, milady."

"Lisbet, I hope that you and I can become friends. I have no one here and I would be terribly lonely without a friend. I hope you will call me Sorra."

"Oh, milady, it wouldn't be proper!"

"Hmm." Sorra said sadly. Lisbet' s cheeks turned pink. She was so impressed by the beauty and power this she-wolf exuded that she found herself looking at her own features as rather ordinary.

As if she knew what she was thinking, Sorra said, "I wish I didn't stick out so much with my white hair and pale eyes. You have such lovely brown hair, Lisbet, I am rather jealous of your looks."

"Oh, milady, you are very kind, but you are like moonlight in your beauty and none other can compare."

They got to Thayor's chamber and Lisbet quickly rang the bell for hot water to be brought. Sorra let Lisbet do her duty without interference supposing that she would let their potential friendship grow gradually. She dismissively looked at the grandeur of the room instead choosing to look at the books and papers Thayor had left on the table beside his bed. Sorra peeked at Lisbet and saw her busily filling the tub and adding lavender bath salts, and swiftly pulled the wrinkled paper at the top.