Arda peeked through the bedroom curtains. From there, she could see the pack still seated around the long meeting table in the garden.
Gillow dominated the ruler’s seat with effortless authority. Felicia leaned toward him, explaining something with fluid confidence. He sat poised, listening intently. Even from this distance, his presence felt intimidating.
Arda wondered why Felicia wasn’t afraid of him. Then she remembered—Felicia had been his mate once. That was their word for it. She still felt the sting of Gillow’s quiet confession earlier: “Just so you know, we’ve been together before.”
Arda had decided to familiarize herself with the strange terms and dynamics of this world. She figured it would help her plan an escape.
Watching Felicia now, Arda felt a pang of envy. It wasn’t jus
