Rose lay in bed, comforter pulled over her head. After that whole ordeal in his office, Hunter insisted on her coming back to the room to rest. As much as she hated being treated like a child, she was glad to be out of there. She wasn’t sure how long she had been laying there trying to sleep but it wasn’t working.
Blanca. That’s who was tormenting her right now. They told her to ignore her, that she was just being hateful and jealous, but deep down, Rose knew she was right. Who was Rose to be treated so well by the heads of this pack? She was a nobody, a rouge, a slave. She had no rights as far as wolf hierarchy went. Yet here she was being treated like one of the ranked members, lazing about in the Alpha’s room as if she owned it.
Deep down she knew that there would be some wolves that
