Her walks had become more frequent of late. Being inside the walls of the Half Moon pack house had become more and more suffocating. And to make matters worse, she had begun to feel as though Maquand seemed a bit more clingy than he once was.
“Clingy? Or watchful?”
When Katya said this, Royce had to reevaluate her choice of words. Careful consideration caused her to realize that there was definitely credence to what her beastly counterpart had said.
To Royce’s misfortune there was quite a bit of credence to what Katya had been saying since Royce’s arrival.
“Yeah,” Royce murmured, her one word remark, an agreement to most all that Katya had been saying for a while now.
It was after meal time, and yet again, Royce was ready to leave the pack house again when someone grabbed her hand
