Rowena POV
Rage is the only word that comes to mind if I could describe my feelings right now. First, I find my mates in yet another fight over who owns me. Then, I am kept inside during a rogue attack. Finally, I am told that I am going to be issued a bodyguard like I am some damsel in distress. I am perfectly capable of handling myself. Rage.
I stomp up each of the stairs of the pack house, expressing my displeasure. Omegas are darting out of my way as I crankily walk up the stairs. It would appear that none of them are willing to suffer my wrath at the moment.
When I finally make it to my room, I pause when I notice the door is wide open. For some reason, a sense of panic washes over me. It is like I know whatever is waiting for me in this room is going to be awful.