Rita's pov
The scent of the woods was a calming one.
It was rich, raw and earthy.
It came from the damp soil and plants. I stood by a tall tree, my fingers running and peeling off ridges of its bark, gritting my teeth as I did so.
By now I thought that I will be enjoying the undivided attention of the triplets' alphas, but still in the palm of that wretched wench.
My heart was drumming at a frantic rhythm against my chest.
I inhaled that natural scent again, calming myself…reminding my thoughts that it would all be in due time.
Even if it was just for this passing moment I wanted to think of this place like a sanctuary, closed off from all of my worries allowing me to plan my next step before I would get disturbed.
Snap
The crackling of a tiny dried up branch reached my ears.
