CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

It was D-Day! On the day of the feast Riley was nervous. Riley woke up with a very bright smile on her face despite her nervousness, the rays of the sun danced on her eyelids as she parted them open. On her bed, she stretched like a lazy cat and slowly crawled off the bed.

“Oh my gosh, imagine being surrounded by illustrious werewolves from all the packs!” She exclaimed to herself. “That’s crazy, my life certainly is a whirlwind of adventure.”

She checked the time, it was a little after eight. She had twenty minutes to pick up Lucas’s breakfast from the kitchen and take it to his study. That made her remember the event of the previous day, Brenda had a temper and Riley didn’t appreciate her taking it out on her. The slap was uncalled for, Brenda didn't have to display the brutality her anger carried in such a manner.

She was just a spoiled bitch, Riley concluded, that had to be it. She was the kind of girl that got whatever she wanted and if someone else had it, she didn’t think tw