“I didn’t hear you move!” Marian continued in a whisper.
“You didn’t make a sound! Reyland!” she said urgently as she lay flat on the bed, staring up at him.
Reyland smiled, hesitantly.
“Shhhh. Marian,” he whispered, “something is going on that neither of us knows much about,” he continued, his voice low.
“My…the Alpha has got wind of a spy from Bloodrayne. We need to be careful,” he stated, his tone and manner very formal.
“There was a plan…before Christmas, to take them down. Tension between them and us has risen in the last nine months. They’ve become…unpardonable. Their raids, their ranging, everything has just been…too much.”
“We were making preparations, with other allies, to wipe them out. But with everything for the past two days –”
“Two…two days?” Marian stuttered, her eyes
