Raelyn’s POV
It seems word reaches Mrs Wentlock before I even make it down the stairs as she gives me a stern, disapproving look but steps aside when I head into the laundry room, roll up the towels and head back toward the main door to deliver them to the gym.
Walking through the foyer, the only people giving me weird looks are my own pack, the few visiting wolves don’t even look up as I bustle past, keeping my head down.
I admit that despite my bravado to the Alpha, I had been a little worried that the visiting pack would realise what I am and turn on me, but I might as well be wallpaper for the attention they give me.
I turn down the corridor that leads to the gym and push the door open, stepping inside before I stumble to a stop as I hear grunts from on front of me. My gaze moving
