BROCK walked back to the room through the door, and she could have sworn that she was expecting something entirely different from having to deal with him yet again for the night
Kyra and her new friends looked surprised as well, and from I looked from one Werewolf to another, she could tell this was not planned. It was not planned for her to leave Kyra's room that evening.
“Why are you here, Brock?” Kyra asked as soon as he made his way into the room.
Aerona could picture herself already back in the dungeon sleeping on her bed stone, as she had come to term it.
If there was anything she could sell her soul for it would be staying away from the dungeon, staying from everything at that moment, but it was looking certain that wouldn't be the case as Brock had his eyes on her.
In a way,
