Jelethe, no longer able to fly, found herself training beneath Callie nearly every day. She threw herself into training. Rumors of tension and death had begun to crop up. Apparently all the trouble was between Tarben and Sabertooth. Tarben did have that murdering r a p i s t, Phobus, apparently a son of the Queen of Amberbjorne.
Jelethe was grateful to Queen Swallowtail. She had been assigned as a sigma, which she was much better suited to than the position of iota. Her place as iota had been filled by Helene. The Fire Queen’s chosen heir was distant and rambly. Jelethe’s thoughts were that the once-princess would become a “like mother like daughter” scenario. The girl, in all honesty, seemed crazy.
Jelethe trotted into the meeting. Elise, Sydney, and Queen Swallowtail herself were already in attendance. She dipped her head to the queen and sat to wait for the rest of the pack. Helene was next to show. The daughter of the deceased Fire Queen stared at Elise, the queen’s sister, her eyes glazed and faraway.

“You’ll find yourself in a world of fake & lonely souls!”