Chapter 19 Beta Geneva

• “You look like you’ve been through shit.” I was on her threshold and she was holding what seemed to be a cup of jasmine tea when I knocked.
• I brushed my snowy shoes on her rags as Beta Geneva swiped the door open. “I was. In fact, I—” But then I shook my head. I cannot tell Beta Geneva about Greg. If I did, she’d probably hunt him down and tear him to pieces. I can’t afford the Fireheart Pack came knocking in the Winter Castle and demanded for my head. It’s too risky to tell her, too much trouble. “I was just being clumsy. This is nothing.”
• Beta Geneva’s house is as simple and yet welcoming as she looks. The soft wood tone and the sunset colors of the walls and ceilings definitely match her personality. It’s like her house is a living flame in the heart of eternal winter.