Chapter 38 Gwen

• "How come you don't talk about your wolf?" Abby inquired as we meandered around the pack's vast arena with raised platforms on the four sides of it. That's supposed to be where the spectators would watch from.
• Early this morning, Abby had sent her maid to inform me to prepare before coming down for breakfast as we are supposed to leave from there to survey the ground where the games would be held.
• It was a relief to me as I didn't look forward to being cooped up in the palace doing nothing but noticing the grumpy old face of Ashton or being an object of his transferred aggression.