Bitter Hospitality

Vanya spun on her heel, the heavy oak door of the Alpha King's office clicking shut behind her. She didn't wait to check if the two rogues were actually following. Her boots hit the stone floor in a rapid, unforgiving rhythm, demanding they keep pace.

She kept her chin angled straight. If she turned her head, the chaotic swirl of betrayal clawing at her chest would spill over, and she refused to