I was curled up on the bench in the garden, my head on top of my knees and my hands enclosed around my legs. My head was spiraling out of control at what the alpha had disclosed yesterday, about Arabella and the whole reaper issue.
What did all of this mean? Was I actually a psychic or something? Everything was driving me insane, for the umpteenth time. Why the hell is my life so complicated?
I drew in a deep breath, my eyes scanning the beautiful garden. I couldn't help but be drawn to the vibrant display of flowers that adorned the garden, their colors captivating and their scents wafting through the air.
I watched as butterflies fluttered gracefully from one blossom to another, their delicate wings adding another layer of enchantment to the scene.
The sunlight danced upon the pet
