Rina
Cracking my knuckles, I paced around the room.
Piccolo Maestro. That guy would be the death of me. He'd bring about my end. I soon got weary of walking; I perched on the bed, my mind wreathed with anxiety.
It didn't take long before I stood again. Nerves wouldn't let me be. Two hours ago, I got the shock of my life. Piccolo Maestro had yelled at Liliana and touched me in front of her! He didn’t care that I'd be in trouble. He didn’t care she'd notice and go tell the Luna or worse—The Alpha. And now, I stood on tenterhooks, not knowing what would happen should his parents come back.
It was almost dark. Any minute from now, the Luna would be here. What was she going to do? What would she say?
My eyes darted back and forth as I pondered. The drumming in my chest distracted me.
