Thirty-Five

One of the coolest things about the packhouse is that they have their own water tower. The second coolest thing is that they don't guard it because it's right smack in the middle of the terrain. I doubt anyone has ever come up here since it was built five years ago. 

I've been sitting up here for a couple of hours now. I now know where they train, their formations, and that Arthur, that sneaky little wolf is mated. His mate's name is Every and she's a total princess. I don't mean a princess like me who was born into a crappy violent-prone family. I'm talking about someone who's never been outside their little compound, wears expensive cutesie dresses, and has a handmaiden. 

It always kind of bothered me how nice this place is. The pretty flowers and expensive decore. How it's well maintained and everyone seems so chipper. I get it now. The alpha built his little mate a golden cage. It's almost too easy. Even as I see a clear victory, I can't help but feel b