[Nayla's POV]
Violet was spending the night. She laid sprawled comfortable at the floor beside my bed. We had spread out a soft down comforter over a queen size mattress we requested from the housekeepers, and threw in a bunch of pillows the way we've done do for years -- one of those things you just don't outgrow for good reason.
"I can't help getting all giddy about it. That b***h will finally get what she deserves." She was saying, referring to Marla. "The nerve to think she could ambush an Alpha using a group of rogues! And for what? She's crazy." My best friend was feeling quite indignant for me and it was showing all over her face.
"So what's the plan?" She looked up at me. I was sitting in my bed. I looked down at the small box I held in my hands and let my fingers grip it firmer
