~Sonya~
I can’t wait to get out of this s**thole and get back to the royal pack. I always hate having to come to these lower packhouses. They never have the proper accommodations, and I never understand that. Devonte resides in the castle; he’s the son of the Royal Gamma. Why would there not be better accommodations that match his status?
Our path to the packhouse is littered with various people nodding and waving at Devonte as we go. He is always polite, waving back. I try to keep my disdain to myself. I can’t stand being around all of these, well…..commoners.
Devonte pulls me up the back steps of the packhouse and leads me into the building. We enter through the dining room, and it’s rudimentary, to say the least. It isn’t dirty or anything, but you can tell they don’t really have mu
