Chapter 48

• Rose's POV
• The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft golden hue over the pack house courtyard, when I heard the purposeful click of heels approaching. I turned just in time to see Aunt Vivian striding toward me, her dark riding coat fluttering slightly in the early breeze, her expression unreadable but eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to mischief.
• “Tell me, darling,” she said, cocking her head, “can you ride a horse, or are you one of those useless, over-pampered city girls who scream at the sight of dirt?”