Between the Monday we had that dreadful breakfast meeting and the next week, I did extra laps in the morning, hunted smaller animals and rode for hours.
I spent so much time at the shooting range it left blisters in my palms for days and released more arrows at the field.
Then I did some more extra laps, prancing through the forests to clear my mind even as howls tore from my throat.
It wasn't any consolation, but I wasn't the only one on edge.
Grandfather cussed more and stayed in the court room with the Alphas while the Luna held endless meetings with the staff.
Within those few days, the East wing of the Royal Pack House was wiped clean and redecorated, and Delta Sarina, the Royal chief of staff walked around in flats firing orders at the staff.
On Sunday evening, the royal kitchen was bustling with activities and more warriors were dispatched in different borders of the cities and parts of the castle.
