(Ashley)
I scrub the stone floor of the pack house kitchen with a rough brush. My knees hurt from kneeling on the hard surface for hours. My hands are raw and bleeding from the harsh soap.
The guard watching me leans against the wall, looking bored. He is supposed to make sure I do not cause trouble or try to access anything I should not. As if I could do much damage while scrubbing floors.
My hands curl into fists around the brush every time I think about the beloved Aria. I hated her so much.
Footsteps approach the kitchen. I look up to see Daniel standing in the doorway. The guard straightens up.
"I need to speak with Ashley," Daniel says, "Pack business."
The guard looks uncertain. "Alpha Kael said she was not supposed to have visitors during work hours."
"This is important," Da
