36. My Irritation

AGNARR.

I step out of the food shed, ignoring the blushing women who wait outside, having clearly stopped from entering. I smirk, knowing Xendaya must have been mortified having to walk through this.

“We are at war, yet I am glad you are able to find time for fun.” Hazran’s smug voice comes from behind me. “And it seemed to have gotten a little violent…”

“It did not,” I reply, ignoring his first remark as I look down. The cuts are healing up fast enough, but they are extremely clear. “And yes, we had fun.”

“I can tell from your smirk, and from the screams I heard, but I do have some… possibly bad news for you.” His smirk fades.

“Oh?” I ask, becoming serious as I look at him sharply.

He sighs and nods. “The two werewolves have arrived. We picked them up a few miles away. The guards thought it was best, just in case the enemy ended up intercepting them. We were certain you would not want that.”

“They did the right thing, even if I do not like them,” I reply. I am not so pleased, b