Sarah POV
Sarah’s anger still hadn’t died down when she stormed past the guards at her door and entered the living room of her suite. She slammed the door with such force, that she was surprised the frame didn’t give way. She stopped at her vanity, plopping down on the seat, before wiping off her make-up harshly.
Sarah hissed when she accidentally rubbed the sore spot on her cheek too hard. She leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look. There was still a clear handprint visible. That asshole was going to pay. Just he wait.
She let out a deep sigh. Her wolf was still asleep, but she was sure she would heal her soon enough. Her wolf had been doing that a lot lately. Sleeping. She knew Sierra was sad that her father was ill. So was Sarah, and not being able to see him made their so
