That didn't sound good. Was there another werewolf residing in Noctis Vhaelor, or did Zephira have me in mind when talking about a wolf's execution? One could only hope.
“Where did you get that information, Zephira?” Calix asked, his voice lowering into an octave that made the room feel smaller.
“I’m surprised you’re asking me. Aren’t you among the people who matter in this kingdom? You should have access to classified information.”
"Cut the bullshit, Zephira. Spit it out. Who told you?"
She crossed her arms. "You won’t even allow me to gloat. Fine. I met your lover, Syva Vocarnis, earlier today, and she seemed... gleeful. Naturally, whenever Syva is happy, it often involves you. So I was curious. I asked, and Syva’s reply was that you were rough with her last night, which she believes
