Rosie's
It's the worst day of the damn week. Pack training.
Since Dominic and Xylus left, Ashton automatically took over, and honestly, I'm kind of glad I won't bump into the "Alpha."
Out of my three combats this morning, I've already fought two. One more to go, and I can finally leave, though it feels like I've run a goddamn marathon and my heart won't stop trying to beat its way out of my chest. I let out a sharp breath, leaning against a tree to catch a short break before I face my last partner.
My gaze flicks up, and of course, it's Cassie. The walking cliché. Dressed in her usual pink from head to toe like she's auditioning for a twisted version of Barbie, if Barbie had Raquel's personality. I roll my eyes and mutter, "b***h," under my breath.
After our last encounter, I swore ne
