Sleep was hardly a companion that greeted the Rye monarch since the disappearance of her mate. Every night she sat erect outside the den, hoping that the wind in the Rye would inform her of his return. Thus far, they received no such luck. She would allow her body be consumed with sleep only when it was needed, before she would continue on her duties as alpha and resume her post until the next morning. As the sun rose, foot steps approached, but they were a bit to heavy to be those of her mate. Tired emerald eyes turned to lock gazes with her second. No smile greeted the other woman today. "Adelayde...anything?" |
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