NOLA

“However damning your statement was Nola of the wolf Village, I do not think you would have had it in you to kill the Lycan King.” The orange-haired coyote harrumphed, the muscle ticking under her eye vanishing as she stood over me.

”I do not believe you have enough brain cells for that Nola, and I said so myself too at the hearing, but Merida wouldn't hear the end of it! Convinced herself it's you the one,” Edna needled, appearing lost in thought for a moment as she scratched at the ruddy square of her jaw, before her pebble-like, settled on me again.

“Ugh!” I groaned, pressing my hand...