Chapter Thirty-four

　　FINREL 　　If there is one word to describe my mood, It's irritation. 　　My feet nearly stomp-march their way back to the living room and stop as soon as I see Seth knotting a red tie around his neck while facing the mirror. 　　He glances sideways after acknowledging my presence. 　　"Have you at least told Amala for this Friday?" 　　"Yes, sir." I clear my throat as I don't like giving out more bad news to the Alpha. "But just as the former Luna said, Miss Gaines doesn't fully take her new role seriously." 　　He turns to me and his nostrils twitch as my emotions are unveiled from my scent. 　　"You reek of anger, Finrel." 　　I should say the same thing to you, I thought. 　　Yet, I won't dare to answer. Our earlier interaction won't have an impact if I contradict myself now. 　　Let's say, I am beyond infuriated but at the same time respected the human who doesn't want to let fear overtake her by the sight of Seth Greymound. 　　If it were any other human, inferior than her, they would have fai