Raven
"Friend!" the young lady spat, visible anger lacing her voice. She did not like me, and she made it painfully clear.
"Rya! None of that! Raven is good!" Loel added quickly before settling on the ground. I followed, lowering myself right beside her, knowing better than to sit anywhere else.
Rya—the woman being spoken to—glared as though she was about to say something else, her lips parting slightly. But before she could, one of the men seated to our left spoke up. His voice was gentle, almost intimate, and Rya's expression changed instantly. Her eyes lit up in a way that made it obvious how much she liked hearing him speak.
"Let her be! Her pack are paying for their sins. Moreover, the alphas would have a good reason why they didn't make her anyone's slave," he continued, his tone calm and assured.
"Moreover, she looks weak—like a runt," he added, casting me an indifferent glance that revealed this was his only concern.
