"Hey, Rose."
"You don't belong in that room with them," she said softly, falling into step beside me as I trudged toward the residential wing. "Lynn doesn't understand that some flowers don't bloom under a heat lamp. They just wither."
I adjusted the heavy tote bag. The crinkle of the cash under my coat sounded like a nervous confession, but I tried to keep my stride even. "Thank you, Rose. Truly. I'm not exactly Lynn's favorite person at the moment."
Rose gave a small, knowing nod. "Lynn views the pack as a project to be managed. You, unfortunately, are the mate of her rival, who is my and Kaeren's mother. Her hostility towards you is nothing personal, I assure you. But don't let her get to you. I can give you a thing or two about the training school. You'll need it."
"Where does this... Academy of Torture actually hold?" I asked and a fresh wave of anxiety washing over me.
