VALENTINE
I was seething as I emerged from the dining room. Chaos had erupted. Pack members, drawn by the commotion and the sight of the kitchen worker being escorted away, were converging like vultures to a carcass. I knew that by tomorrow, once they learned the full story, they'd be quick to join the Monarch hate brigade. Recognizing this only fueled my anger further.
It made sense that this was what Kerri would want. How dare people not hate me?
When I had walked in circles for a minute or two just boiling over how cruel and conceited Kerri was, I realized I had not an inkling where she was.
I turned to one of the guards lingering around, stretching their ears for a fragment of information about what was going on rather than doing their jobs and signalled to him.
He came running
