Chapter 11: The ice Beneath my Skin.
Backy’s POV
“That cheeky bastard found a way to unwillingly move me to the pack house. So annoying... but I could say it's not half as bad as I thought,” I murmured to myself, glaring at the expensive ceiling like it had something to say about my situation.
The mattress beneath me was unfairly soft—like sleeping on clouds that had been bullied into submission. Thick blankets cocooned me in warmth, and a faint scent of sandalwood, smoke, and something dangerously male still lingered in the sheets.
Haunter. Of course.
I huffed and flopped onto my side, staring at the wide bay window that looked out over the pack training grounds. The view alone was worth a full month’s rent back in the human world.
It's been two weeks since I tried to escape. I'm only allowed to go to the office and back with guards following me. I can only go to other places with at least two bodyguards following me so as to prevent me from running away.
“So annoying. I mean this
