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Chapter 77: Her Name

Chapter 77: Her Name

Chapter Seventy-Seven – Her Name

A new day, with a broken back.

Laurel stretched, holding her back from disintegrating. It was ridiculous but she had passed the night at the horse’s stable. Not willing.

She only tried to feed it when it’s dinner came late but then slept off. And no one cared enough to check on her.

She stretched again but heard something crack, she stayed in that position before sniffing. "I broke my spine."

Her wolf sighed at her drama. "Today is the meeting, Laurel. I can’t help but feel excited about walking into a building of Lycans and being treated as a guest."

Truly, no Lycan she had met treated her nicely till she came to High Moon and met a lot of nice ones. Laurel stood up right, shaking the hay off her body.

As she sneaked into the living room, she found Stefan asleep on the couch. Did he sleep there thinking she was in the room.

Laurel rubbed her temples. At the end of the day, none of them stayed in the room.

It was already morning and though, she had no idea how early the meeting would be, Laurel made sure to take her bath and prepare before they woke up.

She wore a casual dress, hoping to change later to a green dress that could compliment her eye color.

The kitchen staffs were already done cooking so she was handed a cart and she returned to the courtyard.

Maids had come to clean outside the courtyard. They finished the whole place within minutes and vanished before Laurel could ask if she could’ve helped.

There was nothing else to do anymore.

Laurel stood in the middle of the courtyard. Should she dress and wait for Stefan and Sorren to be ready, or should she do some minor training?

"You’re up early."

Laurel nodded, looking at the door he leaned on. "Hmm." The universe woke him up to stop her from training, right?

"Good morning."

Laurel made another "hmm" sound. Was such greetings necessary. She turned to him. "When is the meeting?"

Stefan ran his hands through his hair. "I didn’t sleep well."

Should it be her problem? Compared to her, who slept in a stable, she thought he slept like a prince. Laurel folded her arms. "Why? What happened?" she shouldn’t care.

There was no reply from him. Laurel frowned. He seemed to be ignoring her questions. "Should I enquire when the meeting would start?" she asked again.

He looked up at her. "No need. We’d leave when we are ready." He turned to Sorren’s room. "And that one slept late, arranging the clothes for today. We can’t leave him."

Very typical Sorren. Laurel smiled.

Stefan noticed but looked away. Thankfully, there was someone that made her smile, something he couldn’t do.

"I’d stay inside till then." Laurel tried to pass the door but she stopped back when he didn’t flinch. "Excuse me."

"Your wolf,..." Stefan gazed into her eyes, "...what’s her name?"

Elma began frantic, pacing to and fro in Laurel’s consciousness. "Why is he asking about me? Huh? Why?"

"Calm down, big head." Laurel told her, maintaining eye contact with Stefan.

She was also stunned by the sudden interest but she tried not to show it. "Elma." She said. "Why do you ask?"

Stefan smiled, leaving the door. "Kai wanted to know."

Who the hell was that? Laurel raised a brow. "Your wolf?"

He didn’t reply. Laurel wondered if it had anything to do with why he couldn’t sleep at night.

She shook her head, subconsciously trying to calm Elma. "So what if Kai wanted to know your name? He sounds just as smug as his human part."

At that moment, there was a trumpet sound. They both looked at the direction it came from. The King’s palace.

"The meeting starts earlier than I thought." Stefan pointed at Sorren’s room. "Wake him. Hit him if he doesn’t rise."

Laurel watched him go into the room, a sly smirk growing on her face. She could hit Sorren whether or not he rose. Without knocking, she rushed into the room.

Her smirk grew wider as he saw him on the bed with a blanket all over him. She found a candle holder stick. The longest she could find.

It still had wax from Sorren’s late night arranging. Laurel dropped it. Wasn’t there something she could use to inflict pain on the mischievous prince that’s been bothering her?

She noticed an arranged pile of clothes close to the window. She went towards them. Why was he arranging two clothes? Couldn’t he decide which one he wanted?

"Really?"

Laurel jumped, then chuckled nervously turning to him. "You got really lucky." She had just spotted a broken chair leg outside at the courtyard.

Sorren’s hair fell over his face, he tried to raise it off but his hands felt too tired. "I don’t think I like the peppery substance they eat here. It wears me down."

Laurel clasped her hand together. Karma took revenge for her in it’s own way. And weren’t Lycans supposed to be tougher than werewolves? She ate it and enjoyed it.

She grinned evilly. "We’re leaving for the meeting! Get up! Get up! The trumpet has been blown." She tore his blanket from him. "Let’s go, prince Sorren! Let’s go!" She clunked the candle holder to the wall. "Get up! Don’t be lazy! Go!"

Sorren smirked. "It must excite you to see me tired."

"More than you know." Laurel hissed. "Now, let’s go!"

"The pink one. Take it."

Laurel stopped the noise she was making and turned to the clothes. That pink one? "Take it to bring it to you or?"

"Take it. Don’t follow me to the meeting looking like that."

She frowned. That’s not what she planned to wear. But, his choice wasn’t bad at all. She dropped the candle holder. "Still, get up. Or we’d leave you behind."

"That would be ideal at the point."

She hurried out of the room with the dress. Would she still look like a maid in it? Or he forgot why he brought her?

He had brought something for her after all. Maybe Karma shouldn’t be so hard on him.