Rosie's POV
Everything's too much for me to handle at this point.
Till I lose my brain cells? It's been a minute since Xylus and I had gotten back from the Pack house. The tension back in that room after the greatest revelation ever is still unmatched.
Dominic, Ashton, Xylus, Luna Sarah, and my own face are totally priceless.
Xylus kept quiet during our walk back, and now we're walking up the living room. With a quick reflex from him, he clips something onto my ankle.
I freeze, blinking down at the cold, unfamiliar weight.
Shit. I'm too busy drowning in my thoughts while Xylus is scheming.
Wait, a house arrest anklet on me?
"Xylus, what does this mean?"
I claw at the metal, my fingers fumbling uselessly against the tight clasp.
"You're under house arrest for the meantime, Rosie.
