177-enemies in the dark

ELENA WOLFE

Every nerve in my body felt like it was a ticking time bomb as I paced up and down the length of the cabin living room.

How long had the rogue been away?

I was sick and tired of staring at walls and talking to myself all day! Even the handmaiden Michael had brought pissed me off!

She wasn't Emily. She didn't understand.

“Fuck this, I can't take this shit anymore!” I hissed, snapping on my purple night slip and slithering through the front door, aware that the eyes of every soldier in the foyer had turned to me.

My hands shook before I fisted them in my dress, keeping my head up and marching determinedly toward the thick bamboo gates, daring any one of them to stop me.

“Your Grace-” One of the soldiers attempted before I cut him off, whirling to face his ruddy square face with a self-righteous snort.

I hated that I was acting like the bitchy Queen. That was Carla’s thing, and yet, my wolf demanded an escape.

I couldn't just sit still.

“The rogue has demanded we keep you ins