Fiona’s POV.
Once again the pack was under attack, and much like last time I was locked in Amelia’s room with Hansel at the door, alert and ready for whoever might dare to attack.
Much like last time I was shaking, I tried balling my fists and taking in deep breaths but I had to stop at one point for fear that I might choke on my own air. Amelia had tried calming me down, but she wasn’t much help seeing as she was as panicked as I was.
I’m the past couple of hours since they went to fight we’ve paced, cursed and tried to distract each other, but it was so damn hard when once in a while a glance outside the window would show warriors marching back into the manor, gravelly injured.
Now I’d stuck to just sitting pretty by the window watching for them while she was seated at her dressing t
