~AMARIS
The air inside Ember’s room was still thick with the heavy, unmistakable musk of a hidden transgression, but my own mind was spinning too fast to focus on the disheveled sheets or the frantic departure of the guard, Dave. I was still reeling from the venom in Ember’s voice, the thoughts of her exiled brother leaving a strange feeling in my nerves.
Before I could even process the weight of the secret, a knock cut through the silence of the room. A high-ranking pack warrior stood outside, passing down a direct, freezing command from Alpha Varg. He needed the territory ledgers immediately.
Ember let out a loud, dramatic roll of her eyes, her spoiled princess attitude flaring up instantly through her frustration. She marched over to her mahogany vanity, pulling open a heavy drawer a
