CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT (78)

She shimmered extensively as she trailed her fingers on the embankments of the palace. For a second she shirked her rationale for chaperoning the cotillion as she feasted her eyes instead, traipsing around the palace like it was her new home, and for some queerish reason, she felt amicable and homely and for the reason for treading around aimlessly was because her wolf was nagging in her head, yearning for an exploit around the palace. Devika couldn't refuse that, especially when it was her first time being in this place and she wouldn't let such an adventure slip by her. She abruptly came to a stop in front of a garden, she stared in awe at the different flowers. Giggling to herself, she stepped forward, walking in their midst, loving how the moon illuminated on them, making them glow in the dark while the fresh smell of nature lingered in the air. She squatted and picked up a rose, she brushed it up to her nose and inhaled but instead of getting the amazing flowery bouquet from it