THIRD POV.
Lenora’s footsteps echoed softly in the hallway of the castle as she walked. The hallway was empty with no one in sight, a clear proof of how late and deep into the night it was. But Lenora didn't care about any of that. The entire territory was quiet at this time, but her thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. If anything they were in total chaos and they all centered around Draven and his distant behavior, his indifference, the detachment and the seemingly endless chasm between them. Despite her efforts to bridge that gap between them, he had always kept her at arm’s length, always reminding her that she was here for the pack’s sake, not his.
A frustrated sigh escaped Lenora's lips as she muttered to herself, questioning her place in the White Shadow Pack and at Draven’
