(Gwen's pov)
Ashton guided me out of the dining room by the hand, partially dragging me out of the dining, requiring I double up or risk stumbling after him like a pup in their early locomotive stage.
I endured it until we crossed the dining hall entrance and headed towards the stairs. Once we have missed watching eyes, I snatched my hand away from him and stepped ahead of him with a disgruntled huff.
"What are you doing?" He asked behind me. I didn't stop, I walked faster. Because any minute, I will just shout down these halls without caring if the entire Kingdom of the bloody Lycans heard me.
"Gwendolyn!"
"Stop!" I flipped, my hands lifted above my ears defiantly as I rounded on him, my eyes in murderous slits as they flashed daggers at him. "I will not let you treat me
