Growing up, Roselia had very few friends. Cecil homeschooled her. Ronald accompanied her after classes. She didn't have many opportunities to leave the house. She didn't associate with her cousins, for none were allowed to enter the Fiore Pack House. Sure, her pack members always complimented and gifted her items whenever they had the opportunity to see her. Sure, she grew up with all the love in the world and wanted nothing, but sometimes, the laughter of children haunted her.
Pups that wander too close to the Fiore Packhouse. Little girls that accompanied their parents during gatherings. Boys that chased each other during events. They played amongst themselves and grew up with the same advice that almost all Pack Fiore children heard.
Don't touch the Alpha's daughter. Don't talk to the Alpha's daughter. Don't look at her. Don't associate with her.
Don't befriend Roselia Fiore.
