BLOOD CROWN: 016

Roxanne had decided to go with the wind and see where it would land her. She had decided to learn and accept that this was now her fate and she couldn't escape with the knowledge she had—she wouldn't make it before she would get caught. She'd decided to go with whatever they say and escape when the opportunity struck—she only hoped her family would stop worrying, wishing there was a way to tell them she was alright.

Learning meant having extra training and there Roxie was, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a tank top, her feet were bare and her black hair held up in a messy tail and in front of her was Kaizen in a red sweatshirt that matched his eyes and joggers and surrounded them were padded walls, and high-impact, shock-absorbing flooring. The pack house contained everything.

Roxie shamelessly roamed her eyes over Kaizen. He looked good in sweatshirt and his white hair; she had the urge to brush her fingers through his locks. She shamelessly licked her lips, realizing he was