ALDRIC
I sat in my room and watched the door close behind the sentinel. The latch clicked into place with a soft sound that somehow felt too loud in the silence.
"Speak," I said.
The sentinel straightened his shoulders. His hands clasped behind his back in that military stance they all adopted when reporting to superiors.
"I have been watching the witch Madeline all morning, Alpha. She doesn't seem to be acting suspicious at all."
I leaned back in my chair. The leather creaked under my weight and I studied the man's face. His eyes met mine for a moment before darting away. Then back again. Then away.
Interesting.
I stood and walked toward him. Each step measured and deliberate. The sentinel's posture stiffened even more if that was possible.
"Remember," I said. My voice stayed level and calm. Almost gentle. "This is for the safety of our Alpha."
I stopped directly in front of him. Close enough that he had to tilt his head up slightly to maintain eye contact.
