Bab 202: CHAPTER 202 The Selection Part 4

　　~ CASIMIR ~

　　'She calls a lowborn wolf?'

　　'A prophetess?'

　　'She has not even finished her apprenticeship!'

　　'Is this a joke?'

　　'Does the human think to weaken the bloodlines since she hasn't been able to bear her own young?'

　　'Has the King indulged his human- ?'

　　'QUIET, ALL OF YOU,' I snarled in the link. 'Your Queen speaks. Listen.'

　　The link went quiet of words, but there was a wave of rustled clothing as they shifted their weight and looked at each other, each of them linking with those closest to them to discuss their questions privately.

　　Shit.

　　Shit.

　　Obviously aware that she'd made a stir, but having forgotten to hold the packlink, Jesse was clueless about the questions that were being raised. She smiled at Reeca, whose expression was calm, but falsely serene. Even from up on the dais I could smell her jangling nerves. Those close to her on the floor were wrinkling their noses.