Lena and Lyra exchanged a worried glance. Lena muttered, "Mother wasn't feeling well."
Nikki frowned, disbelief tightening her features. Werewolves did not simply get sick, so what exactly were they talking about? She studied both girls with open suspicion but chose not to press further. "Tell her to make sure she gets better by tomorrow. I need her present."
Lena and Lyra nodded quickly. They truly had no idea what was wrong with their mother, and unease flickered between them. The possibility that Sir Eberhard might have punished her crept through their minds, chilling them. They shivered as they continued down the hallway behind Nikki.
