"Abby?" I acknowledged cheerfully as she walked into the room and shut the door, all smiles.

　　I was conflicted. The last time I saw her was the day the former Queen left the palace. She said something about accompanying her to her new dwelling to help her adjust before she returned to join us. Plus, it wasn't like we were the best of friends. After all, like her brother, she despised werewolves.

　　Albeit, I share a genuine smile and closed the distance between us, ...