I looked at them with mockery in my eyes.
Had I never written a letter? Never made a call?
I had secretly saved scraps of paper to write to them, waiting with bated breath for a reply that never came.
Perhaps the frigid rogue den was simply too far from the warm spring of the Blue Moon Pack.
Or perhaps… the letters had never reached them at all. Someone with intent had intercepted them, ensuring not a single one ever made it into their hands.
I had once worked through the night, completing another slave’s mining quota, just to borrow her phone for a single call home. But the servants always answered. They never let me speak for more than a moment before hanging up.
Any other number I tried to reach? It never connected.
One princess in the Blue Moon Pack was enough. A s
