Chapter 9: Getting Ready

Rosette’s POV

I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off, going between different pack members, seeing to what they needed as ordered. This, doing as ordered by the Alpha and the pack members, is what I have been doing for the past twelve years, since I was ten years old. Sometimes I wish that I could be free of the torment and abuse that I go through on a daily basis, but I know that I won’t be. It has been ingrained into me that I don’t have anyone in my corner, no one to save me. The last time that I did, she was killed by the pack for siding with me, even if she was the pack’s Luna.

There are only about fifteen minutes left until the Royal Ball by the time that I am no longer being called upon by everyone and their mother to make sure that they had all that they needed for tonight. I walk into my room, dragging my aching body to my bed, about to lay down, but I remember that I, too, have to be at the Royal Ball.