BRIELLE’S POV
Brielle slid to the ground, tears pouring out of her eyes in waves as she began to sob, shutting the door of her room instantly.
She buried her face in her thighs, hands folded around her legs, clutching what was left of her tattered robe, not caring that her makeup was already smeared across her hands.
She couldn't keep it in any longer, and the thought of Lady Delilah coming to scold her made everything worse.
Her entire body ached, her heart had been shattered, and her wolf was extremely disappointed in her.
She could hear its howls and her subconscious telling her countless times that she had messed up horribly and that all she had to do now was wait for her nemesis to catch up with her.
She knew that tonight's events would spread like wildfire throughout the
