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Twenty Nine

March 4

"Hey! Wait!"

Saoirse was sprinting down the lodge's hallway, turning a sharp corner into rows of more rooms. She was beyond her Alphas view now, and frankly she didn't care what he decided to do after the stairs incident. All she had on her focus now was this female, this beautifully elegant female, that could save her from the mess she called her life.

The she wolf with glimmering eyes halted just as her fingertips grasped the handle of a door knob. Her own steps had been swift and precise, carrying herself gracefully with long swaying black hair into a haste pace. She paused, under the command of her Luna, but with just one more step she could be free of all orders in her territory.

Instead, the she wolf bowed before Saoirse. "Yes, Luna." She rose hesitantly, being in presence of such a reckless young wolf in power. Mated to a man like Obsidian, the she wolf dared not to anger her. Consequences would be dire.

Further than what would be considered conversational distance, Saoirse stopped moving herself. She breathed heavily for only a second, sighing as she regained her composure. The adrenaline of her emotions had peaked on the stairs, and now she was losing faith in her reason for chasing down the girl.

"Don't call me that," Saoirse said bitterly, embarking upon her first impression. "I have a name and it's Saoirse."

"I'm sorry," Said the she wolf. "It's just that if I were to refer to you as anything else, it would be considered direct disrespect to the leader of the pack, ultimately relating back to the Alpha—"

"Stop." Saoirse stared at the symmetry of the rambling girls face.

She had a very square jaw, with prominent cheekbones and level, plump lips. Yet her eyes, of that earthly shining green, they refused to meet her superior.

"Alpha isn't here, okay? So you better call me by my name." Saoirse watched her, observed her. She had a knack for outlining people off of a premises, but something about this other she wolf poked at her sideways. She hoped it was just the excitement of meeting someone in her shoes. "What is yours?"

"Oh my, I'm so sorry for not introducing myself," She curtsied again. "My name is Odeya."

And Saoirse thought it suited her.

"You can look at me, Odeya." Saoirse waited for the girls head to slightly rise, her orbs truly capturing any passerby's. Once she did so, Saoirse smiled politely out of relief. She couldn't try to make friends if people were already treating her otherworldly. "Thanks. It's good to feel treated normal for once."

Odeya's tan hand had still not slipped from her territories door handle. She desperately feared not to anger her Luna, for everybody in the pack knew how much she meant to their Alpha.

"Were you just about to go inside?" Asked Saoirse.

"Um, yeah." Said Odeya, "Well there is a raging Alpha on the loose outside."

"Oh, so it's not because I chased you down the hallway?" Saoirse smiled and Odeya lightly laughed in reply. She smiled as well. "Look, I'm sorry if what you saw happen on the stairs offended you, I know you probably think I'm a terrible—"

"Goddess no, I loved it." Odeya interrupted.

"Really?"

Odeya smiled brightly. "For sure. I mean, everyone around here knows how hard it is to be a mate. Honestly I'm surprised you haven't rejected him yet."

For a second, Saoirse was shocked. "Excuse me?"

Suddenly Odeya's jaw slackened in response. Hadn't she been warned not to mention that to Saoirse? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Was that mean? I didn't intend—"