Rosette’s POV

“This way, miss,” the person, or guard I should say, approaches me, motioning me to walk in front of him as everyone in my pack is led to another room. “The older male that will be watching you will be here soon. The king wants to make sure that you are safe for the time being until he can do something about your pack.”

“O-oh,” I stutter out, not used to being spoken to like I’m a person rather than an object by others. “That is fine. He can take ...