“So, you’re saying I am not mistaken and this is Cyrus’s room?” I asked trying not to make it sound like I was whining.
“Yes, Luna Elara,” she nodded, a smile still on her face as if this was as normal as breathing.
I felt the blood drain from my face again as I stared at her, hoping that my eyes had played tricks on me the first time. But no, she was barely covered by the towel and she was in Cyrus’s room.
The hallways seemed to spin and my vision narrowed to focus solely on the innocent smile that was still playing on Nadia’s lips. Was she pretending not to know her disgrace?
But then, as if sensing the anger that was slowly growing within me, Nadia’s expression shifted. Her eyes widened with something that resembled panic and she clutched the towel tighter around herself.
“Oh, Luna Elara,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry for this misunderstanding. It’s not what you think it is, I swear by the moon. Alpha Cyrus wasn’t even in the room when I came in. The truth is, I… I was hit by the werewolf heat unexpectedly. In my confusion, I must have run to the wrong door thinking it was my room,” she rambled.