Say the words

Alora stiffened and looked up slowly to see her aunt. Fake aunt Sierra standing there, looking down at her with a smile on her face. 

"What are you doing here…alone?" Sierra asked looking around if someone was also there but no. 

"I… am just reading something, aunt Sierra!" Alora responded meekly. Sierra's expressions turned void as she stared down at Alora like she was a stranger to her.

Alora was apprehensive, trying not to get impatient and out of control in her presence. She didn't know if she could suppress her thirst around her. But she didn't have any idea why the heck a werewolf's blood would tempt her. She should hate their kind, their existence. Then why? 

This mere thought made her frown. Guess it was the time to read that red book. Maybe there might be some exceptions and reasons for this. Alora had killed a few werewolves back then in her missions but none of their blood tempted her like it did her now here in this kingdom.