Chapter 11

"You too." My voice is slightly high pitched, nerves being the main cause.

Elder Luther doesn't seem to care for the fear in my eyes, I naturally assume he's used to people quaking in his presence. He's offering you his hand! My mind scream at me in realisation, feeling like an absolute fool for not seeing it second ago.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this." I sheepishly smile, taking his outstretched hand.

"I admit that it sometimes becomes too much for me, never mind someone so new to all of this." Luther tells me, seemingly friendly.

I flash my famous false smile.

"Hardin." Luther lingers his gaze on the male at my side, that somewhat gentle expression vanishing in a mere instant.

"Luther." Hardin nods stiffly, making no move to shake the Elder wolfs hand.

I felt myself become tense, uncertain of how the Elder will punish Hardin for being so disrespectful. Yet the longer I wait, the more I realise the Elder doesn't seem to care.

Perhaps this is common greeting between them?

"Go ahead and settle in, long drives are the worst." Luther tells us, stepping aside and allowing us to pass through.

I felt out of place, especially as I walk by the Elder as if he's nothing more than a common wolf. Hardin has this way of dealing with authority, while he respects it, he doesn't care to interact with it.

Hardin takes me to the guest room and begins helping me unpack all the luggage. A whole week, and Triss told me to pack plenty. Looking at everything I've brought, it might be a little much.