Raven's POV
It feels like a brick is on my chest as I walk past Warren, not even bothering to look in his direction. Stomping up the stairs to the West Pack's pack house, I try to control my anger. I don't want to risk saying something that I will regret.
My father walks along beside me and nudges me with his elbow. Spinning on my heels, I glare at him. Taking a step back from me, my father raises his hands in defeat.
"I am taking a shower before I deal with anything," I tell my father sternly.
"Raven," my father says quietly. "I understand that you are stressed out, but you have got to deal with your royal duties."
Glancing at Warren, I can see him shuffling his feet where he stands. I know he regrets how he acted today, but I also know it is too late. There is no apol
