Amos' pov
From where I was standing, Ana stormed out of the war room. Her face was soft, but I could see the raving sea underneath. Although, you could hardly tell with the way she smiled at her maid,.
"Run me a bath." She whispered. As soon as her maid left, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. I was right.
After a while, she took a deep breath, walking in the direction of her wing. I tilted my head, wondering what to do for her to lift her spirits.
"You don't have to do anything." Zayn growled. "Instead, let's have a drink with our pack members."
I rolled my eyes to the heavens. My wolf was f*****g bipolar. One moment, he was yipping and yapping about; the next was just plain annoyance. "I promised her something." A strange feeling crawled into my chest. It tightened its claws around
