SAVINA’S POV
Of all the schemes Pierce had crafted in that script of his, only a handful caught my interest.
The training left me dizzy and nauseous after many failed attempts to strike the Alpha—and getting locked in with him was nothing short of torture.
However, there was today: the Pack’s Night Market festival, one I could tell was going to be pure ecstasy.
Glancing vainly at the mantel clock in the corner, I returned to the mystery novel in my grip.
The past few days had been notably bland and regular.
Unlike before, there’d been no forbidden gossip with Nadia or witty banter with Heath. Both, quite strangely, were a little bit absent lately.
It was familiar—like the first few days of my arrival when the Palace walls were just an elegant prison.
Groaning, I rolled over on
