"Get me up," Roxy commanded, throwing the duvet off her legs.
Someone could not just take a genuine break at all?!
"Roxy," Zarek rumbled from beside her, his hand reaching out to stop her. "You are in no condition to handle this. Let Kaelen handle it. He can just chase them away."
"No," Roxy snapped, grabbing Zarek's arm and using him as a leverage point to hoist her heavy body out of the nest. "The problem isn't Jareth. The problem is we didn't give them rules for them to follow..."
Why did she think she would be able to settle this by just teaching them how the coin system works?
She stood up, swaying slightly, feeling a little dizzy. Her back screamed in protest, but she had to go herself.
Once she had steadied herself, she marched outside.
The scene on the front porch was even worse than Kaelen had described.
The sun was barely peeking over the Iron-Wood trees, casting long shadows across the snow. A crowd of about thirty wolves had gathered, drawn by the commotion.
