I sighed as I walked into the main communal living area of the barracks, my shoulders dropping with pure exhaustion. Right now, all I wanted was to escape this claustrophobic camp and curl up in that massive, cloud-like bed back at the penthouse hotel Vardis had bought.
I was honestly so tired of everything—the relentless physical trials, the hostile whispers, and most of all, the royal drones buzzing above my head like electronic vultures. It felt like I was locked in a beautifully decorated cage, completely stripped of my privacy.
Before I could walk back to my private room, the heavy oak doors to the living room swung open. The Pack Elder marched inside, carrying a massive, towering gift basket. Even through the clear cellophane wrapping, we could all see the ridiculous luxury packed
