After hiding the body under the pile of vegetables, Siora calmed her heartbeat. Her chest was rising up and down heavily. There was so much fury that she could feel her blood pounding in her ears. If she hadn't killed the man, she would have ended up using her magic. She was practically going insane for not being able to use her magic. She continued to stand in her room, staring at him with fury.
Knowing that werewolves had a keen sense of smell, Siora had to get rid of the body before it started rotting or before the werewolves smelled the blood. She looked at the trail of blood and took a deep breath. It had to be cleaned. She took her wet clothes off and cleaned the floor with them. Then she took out a clean and dry piece of tunic and breeches from her satchel and walked towards the bathing chambers for the workers.
