In the morning, Polina remembered Ruslan’s words: “You can trash the bedroom or hit me.” Hitting him was pointless, but a rampage — that sounded fun. Active actions could actually help her release stress. And there was plenty of it. Finding out that Ruslan and his entire circle were shifters had been the final blow. How had she managed to get herself tangled up with an obsessed wolf?
Polya walked along the second floor and chose a bedroom. First, she hurled a chair at the mirror. She ripped the door off a nightstand, dumped its contents onto the floor, lifted the nightstand and threw it into the dresser. She smashed a second chair against the floor, then flung the remains into the chandelier. The guards and Marta rushed in immediately at the noise.
"Luna, what is going on here?" — the sh
