Moon Claimed: Supernatural Battle (Werewolf Dens Book 2) by Kelly St. Clare

Author:Kelly St. Clare [St. Clare, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-01T18:30:00+00:00

15

I walked into the manor at dawn, waiting for the stewards to chase me out with pitchforks.

Rhona had all night to spread the sorry truth.

This was my mistake, my fuck up, and I’d come to face the music. Closure. Something no one had given me in my life. People deserved the chance to rant and rave and be furious.

But dread filled me.

The entranceway was empty of Tiptoe Eleanor, and I ducked through the kitchen to look out the window, scanning the training pavilions crammed with stewards.

Well, they were still focused on winning. That was good.

I should leave everything in order for Rhona in the office.

“Morning, Andie,” Roderick said cheerfully.

Jerking, I glanced at him. “Oh, hey… How are you this morning?”

“I feel better than most. Not much of a drinker. Are you ready to capitalise on the win? Everyone is itching for a fourth grid.”

He didn’t know. That much was obvious. “Uh. Absolutely ready. I’ll see you guys at eight.”

What the hell was going on?

Grabbing an apple, I walked to the office in a daze.

In Herc’s office, not a single book remained on the mahogany shelves. I’d seen Rhona sweep the desk clear, but she’d upturned the chairs and torn the curtains from their rails after I left.

I’d made her lose control to that degree. Just like Herc destroying her pride, I’d destroyed what was left of her. And from personal experience, I knew losing control to her temper would leave Rhona feeling like shit.

Closing the door, I set to work putting things to right. I could do that much. Maybe after, the way to setting things right with Rhona would be clearer.

By the time I’d finished, 8:00 a.m. loomed. I took a minute to ensure I had a hold of my forest calm, then dragged my ass to the meeting.

This was it for sure.

“Sorry, I got caught up.” I entered the room.

The team didn’t turn as one to glare at me. There were no ropes or burning pyres. Hope twinged in my gut. Did Rhona really put her feelings towards me aside for the good of the tribe?

Or did she think things through and see my side?

That seemed impossible after our argument last night, but what other explanation was there?

I scanned the head team, finding her in my chair, legs kicked up on the desk.

Stanley frowned at her. “You’re in Andie’s chair.”

She shrugged.

I stared, and she stared right back. She hadn’t told the stewards… but sitting there was a pretty clear declaration of her view of me. To everyone.

Whatever. I could handle a few petty jabs—I deserved no less.

“It’s disrespectful is what it is,” Stanley boomed.

Rhona didn’t answer.

Put her in her place.

My wolf hadn’t spoken since the grid last night. Ignoring her was harder when she spoke, but I’d fucking manage.

“It’s okay, Stanley.” I smiled. “I don’t need a particular chair to get the job done.”

I took the seat next to Rhona and glanced into mostly shocked faces. Pascal’s was blank. Valerie appeared to love the show. Under my attention, she schooled her features.

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