Princess Ana
Amos raised his glass of wine triumphantly. His claws tapped at the glass making a clicking sound that commanded our attention. I glanced down at my hands bound tightly by a rope, I couldn't help but feel that he was about to make a dreadful announcement. .
"We celebrate our victory! We took over the Moonstone’s pack without confrontation…If you would even call that a confrontation," Amos boasted, his snort turned laughter echoed through the room.
It pierced my ears.
“Your gammas died. Not even a ceremony for them. You celebrate?” I jestered angrily. That was me refusing to stay silent. I was the only one sane enough to remind him of the losses both packs had suffered. And all for what? The room fell silent, their amusement drowned by my words. "What?” I asked, meeting th
