Okay so maybe I was a little late.

Shit, a girl could be late occasionally couldn't she? Especially when I was off nursing my mate back to health considering his leg had been TORN OFF. They couldn't fault me for arriving like a season behind schedule since I had to take care of that lest he die. I refused to allow him to move. What if infection set in? What if.. I don't know, I couldn't say his leg fall off because it already had. It galled me to see the way that things had happened, to watch the Grayson I knew turn into something so different. Sure he still had three legs but he looked so different without that one - who knew how one would look without a leg? I still thought he was cute, if a bit odd, but it worried me. A pack, at this point, seemed our best option. I wasn't sure how long it would take him to heal and retrain his body to move. He would never be fast again. That I was certain.

So I told him in no uncertain terms to stay where he was so I could go scout out Spirane. It is as I am wandering into the territory - hey, Morrigan had said it was open and they were waiting for me - that I get to see the proceedings. And boy does my bad day go to worse, ears flattening as my white head lifts and I glare in the direction of Roman and Tithe. They trot down to join me and the rest of this mangy group and I step forward. Call me crazy but I never could keep my mouth shut. Probably why I chose being a loner most of my life.

"This is all grand and beautiful and so sweet," I say in an acidic tone that means it is definitely NOT that way to me, "but I seem to be a tad bit late to my appointment as healer in this place. I didn't come all this way to lose my spot just because you don't want to be king anymore or whatever the reason is, so before I sit here to hear some mopey story, I need to know if I still have my spot." I don't clarify that I am Ravenna - I assume Roman should know. Morrigan was supposed to tell him and if she didn't do her job I would hunt down that crazy wolfess and take a bite out of her ear. I glare at Tithe, pale green/gray eyes flicking between the pair of males in a standoffish manner. He had never promised me the spot as head healer but damned if I wasn't going to try and weasel my way into it anyways.