Chapter Thirteen
Trina’s POV
My eyes remain shut as I hear the door open, and a shuffle of footsteps, the sound masked by the rug. I count the seconds in my head as the blinds are suddenly drawn open with the sun rising in the distance. The scent is unfamiliar, but so are a million others around here. I have walked into an unfamiliar territory, yet familiar in every sense. For most part of my life, I have memorized every single thing about them, from when they have their council meetings, to the number of balls held in a year and the expectancy of their guests. I know that the pack members barely have access to the pack house, at least when Alpha Aiden was still in power. I also know that certain dinners are held bi-monthly.
Now that I think about it, I wonder how I had no clue that Alp
