Ava has never found herself in a scarier, more awkward situation than this right here.
She was currently lying on a small bed inside an enforced cell, facing the wall, shaking from head to toe while she felt the eyes of the Dark Horse Alpha scrutinising her.
She had finally arrived at the west with hopes that the Sinclair heir was now safe, but there had been one very important thing she should have realised sooner.
She was from the North.
West and North have never gotten along.
And so, from the moment she was spotted in their territory, a few warriors had surrounded and attacked her. She had sustained a cut by her side, but luckily they had quickly sensed she was carrying someone of powerful blood on her back and halted the attack.
A few minutes later, William Sinclair had arrived. He had recognised her as one of the Luna girls from Gravemont, and had brought her straight to this particular cell, telling her it's the best place they could stay put for now.
