ELENA.
By the time we reached the hotel that the Elders had booked for us on the pack mainland, I was exhausted; the bus ride had been a blur of pain and adrenaline. As we pulled up, I could see pack reporters looking out and flashing cameras.
Oh goddess, not again. I needed to sleep.
They were everywhere, shoving microphones towards us the moment we got down from the bus.
They had a lot of questions, but most importantly, they wanted to know about the "Rogue Queen" who had conquered the island.
I needed to let them know that I wasn't a rogue. I didn't appreciate being called one; the entire experience of being kidnapped wasn't smooth for me, and I still get nightmares from it, so I didn't respect people calling me a rogue, because that isn't who I am.
"Ms. Elena, how does it feel to
