CHAPTER 63

  The air in the room was thick and tense with anger and confusion. Why did the Rogue King, suddenly, out of nowhere, decide to begin attacking Lucien's pack? What had he done to the guy? The Rogue King, whoever he was, was lucky Lucien hadn't killed him when he had the chance to.

  I ended up wandering to the kitchen, my hunger getting the best of me. I found the situation hilarious because I was usually never hungry. I pulled out my dinner that I didn't want to finish earlier and heated up the wormy noodles.

  I pulled the step-stool from underneath the kitchen island and poised it right by the closed oven door. Grabbing onto a cabinet handle, I propelled myself onto the step-stool after a few misplaced footsteps and a couple of jabs to my stomach to breathe.