"I really don't know, Thalina," Zeriah's worried voice wavered as they reached her home.
Thalina had spent the entire walk trying to convince her to move into the palace.
Even Tharion had agreed that it was okay—okay, no, that was a lie. But Thalina knew no one would actually mind. The palace was massive, with entire wings she hadn't even set foot in yet. It was big enough to house tribes, let alone one more family.
And yet, Zeriah refused.
She claimed she and her male were perfectly fine where they were. She had no intention of taking more mates, nor did she want to work for anyone.
Thalina crossed her arms, frustration prickling at her. "Maybe we should ask your male fi—"
Before she could even finish, Zeriah bolted.
"Zeriah?" Thalina called, startled, watching her rush toward a small stone house—its door hanging broken off the hinges.
Tharion immediately lowered his back in silent command. Thalina climbed down, landing lightly before peeking into the basket.
