CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
“Why do you keep shaking?” The whisper comes from a female beside me, her voice barely audible.
I hadn't even noticed her gaze on me until now. I'm shaking, I realize, my body trembling since me and the other slaves were forced to kneel as King Sven, Katniss Whitlock, and the dignitaries from Cessi and Selenium feast. There are no palace guards around, but there are Gammas and some servers. There is also a lone bard playing music on his lute, the uplifting melody a stark contrast to the reality facing me and the others kneeling.
The inside of the Pegasus is overwhelming, about six times larger than King Sven's palace, with an extravagant interior that hosts grand celebrations with pack members, other kingdoms, and even mass parades. There's even a colosseum for warrior
