Chapter 95: _ The Unfaithful Mate
The brittle midnoon air of Ravewood pack felt heavy with a kind of anxiety as Lupe and I stepped out. The mishaps happening around seemed to be dulling everyone’s spirits.
The usual bustling crowd of werewolves, fairies, and elves milled about - the diversity was simply beautiful.
Whispers and gazes followed Lupe and me like the breeze and were often accompanied by the occasional pointed glance from the wolves.
It was very much expected.
Several she-wolves Lupe knew approached Lupe, and offered condolences for her mother’s passing. Some stayed a little longer and their eyes would flickering towards me before dropping away.
The air was a wave of judgmental gazes as I was used to. So, it was all good. Well, maybe until...
One particularly bold she-wolf with orange hair sidled up to Lupe.
With a voice filled with bogus concern. "Oh, Lupe, how awful about your mother. And here you are walking with the omega," she said, her gaze sweeping over me as if I wasn’t standing right there.
She flicked her gaze towards me, her ash eyes filled with disdain. It was like she could swallow me whole if she may. My throat tightened, and I fought back the urge to shrink under her hateful glare.
Lupe’s spine stiffened. "Isleen’s my friend, Anya," she said sternly.
Anya scoffed, her perfectly arched brows meeting Lupe in a disdainful frown. "Friend? No wonder your mum was murdered. You befriend an omega and your whole life goes downhill."