[Rosie's POV ]
Should I say I'm at peace?
Not yet, not when I feel like I'm a target in these walls. I can't trust anyone as I feel trapped nonetheless.
After that incident at the court, I can tell that everyone who acts like a friend wants me dead or kicked out.
Right now, I'm in the garden, reluctantly blocking out the flowers which I gathered as a bouquet in my hand.
At least, I got a chance to leave the palace as he's now fine by that, but then, I noticed he's always away at night.
While busy with the roses, I suddenly felt my wolf stretching her feet and the roses trembled in my hand.
He's here.
She let out a howl which was replaced by a whimper, and when I turned to look at him.
Austin, holding a package bag and looking as though he's been whooped by someone.
I froze where I stood, having the lucid idea that my wolf would want to welcome her wolf.
The aura it charges and that look that says it all that he'd want to hold me.
