Pheromones

Rhea is walking through one of the palace gardens, enjoying the sun warming her skin. Maybe it's because it was a direct order from Callisto, but the merchants came really fast, and she was able to choose everything she wanted. Extravagance has never been one of her features, but since nothing she brought suits this kingdom, she had to spend more than she meant. Callisto didn't protest. In fact, they hardly exchange words or meet. It's a bit lonely.

Walking outside the estate is also not something Rhea is used to. She was always forced to be closed, but at least entertained herself with books, her true passion. Lately, it has been so agitated that she even forgot to ask Callisto if there's a library in the palace.

She wonders… Honestly, the hostility between Werewolves and Lycan is so bad that some of their features are seen as pejorative, even as a joke. Like the fact that Lycans have several mates…

Rhea pauses suddenly, with realization falling heavy on her shoulders.

Did Callisto r