Diane's POV
“Who are they from?” Aubrey asked with thinly veiled excitement.
I examined the flowers intently, twirling them from side to
side to check for a note.
“Wait!”
Aubrey called out, reaching out her hand to pluck the barely visible card that had been tucked into the colorful bouquet.
I had woken up from an afternoon nap earlier to an unexpected visit from Aubrey.
We had occupied our time with watching movies and I had also learned some very interesting gossip regarding the things that had been going on in the pack.
Aubrey had been so kind as to “keep me up on all the info"- as she had called it.
Apparently, after the whole fiasco with Oscar, she had made a new friend. The poor girl had been ostracized by her peers because her parents had previously been rogues, so Aubrey
