NARRADORA

On the other hand, the women were full of excitement, learning all sorts of new things from the Alpha.

“Lyra, seriously, I’m so happy you’re getting your memories back!”

Lorenzo’s mate beamed as she carried, with her brute strength and thick arms, a container full of vines for weaving.

“Heh, yeah… memories,” Lyra replied, dodging the topic.

She was about to change the subject when, almost back at the pack, they spotted Verak near the palisade.

“Well, look who finally showed up—the so-called chief, after all this time screwing Nana,” the female twisted her mouth and opened it wide to shout at Verak.

“No, no, wait—” Lyra covered “Lorencita’s” mouth, nearly choking her.

Verak looked way too suspicious, talking nervously to a few warriors, and suddenly, a male with a cocky vibe showed up.

“Hide behind that tree, go...”

She shoved the other woman, who instantly turned into a gossip spy like her.

They were too far to hear anything, and getting closer might give a