The Border Camps

I was sulking the next days because Wyatt had been staying at the palace for some time.

I was sitting in the common area, my back against the pool table as I read a book but let's face it, I couldn't even concentrate. I needed to do something, anything else.

" Hey," I jumped from the floor when I spotted Azriel passing by.

"What?" he gruffed.

" Where to?" I asked, ignoring his rude tone.

" Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow at my overly excited voice.

" I thought we were friends so..." I trailed and he smirked at me, crossing his arms against his chest,

" We are not friends, and you need to get yourself some,"

" I thought we were!"

" Just because I told you some details about my life doesn't make you my friend," he said coldly and I was taken back. I was quick to assume.

" Okay, then," I said quietly, facing the floor.

" I'm going to the border wall, there was a severe attack the last two days and I'm going to check on the situation, to see if it can get us some leads,