I sit on a sofa in one of the guest rooms with a pen and book in my hands and patiently wait for Margallo's arrival. It's morning, and I could barely sleep last night. Elsie slept with me on my bed. She said she would feel safer as long as she stayed with me, even if it meant her sleeping on the floor, and I definitely couldn't have that.
How could I let Luna Elsie of the Kizmet Pack sleep on the floor? It's completely unimaginable. I'd thought about the audience with Margallo all night, and I was surprised to receive a reply from her saying she was ready to have a word with me. So here I am, seated and waiting. To be honest, I'm currently a nervous wreck. I know how she can be and just how mean she can get. Will she be willing to listen to me? And even if she does, what is the guarantee that she will take my advice?
I won't be able to communicate with her properly, and I can only wonder if she'll have the patience to at least hear me out. I wonder why she even agreed to have the audience with me. Could she really not be as bad as she'd been portraying herself to be? I'll just have to wait and see.
"Evelyn, calm down. You're already fidgeting, and she's not even here yet. How do you expect to hold a conversation with her if you can't even compose yourself? She's just Margallo, a she-wolf like us. Stop behaving like you're about to meet with some demon," Tara cautioned, and I took a deep breath. She's right. I should brace myself up for this meeting and do away with my fear.
But how exactly did this fear of her come about? Well, the answer isn't far-fetched. Maybe it's because she's the reason why I almost lost my life and my child. I shake my head and take a deep breath, trying to chase away the negative thoughts. If I get angry right now, I may lose the only chance I have at saving Alpha Richard and the future of this pack as well.
I take another deep breath, and barely a minute later, someone enters the room, and I look up to see that it's Margallo. I tried to manage a small smile, but she kept her signature poker face as she took a seat at the far opposite side of me.
This just won't do. How am I supposed to talk to her when we're so far apart and especially with no voice?
I drag myself up and walk to sit directly beside her. "Do you really have to be so close just to talk?" she suddenly questioned, and I blinked, staring at her blankly. Has she forgotten that I'm mute? Or is this another one of her mean jokes?