"Gigi."
She rolled over and rubbed her eyes. The day had begun faster than the life she had to live through it. She turned and saw Malcolm sitting on her bed, out of night clothes and looking all dressed to start a journey.
"Pack your bags. We're going back to the pack."
Gigiana's eyes widened. Back to the pack? Father would be livid. She sat up in bed with urgency pervading her peace.
"We can't go back without Clarissa. Father will have your head for it and Mother will never believe me."
She would think that I traded Clarissa off to eliminate her so I can claim the throne. I won't live either. Gigi threw off the heavy bed clothes and paced the room with her eyes as large as ping pongs.
"Malcolm, is there some other way? We'll be giving ourselves very potent death sente
