Where's Charity?.

Sam trudged to her room, and ignored the heavy footfalls that told her Alpha Amal was already on his way back to his own quarters. She could not believe how close they were! If she moved her feet backwards instead of forward and turned at the knob on his side of the divide, she would be in his room, the woodsy, vivid colors staring back at her.

So much thought and consideration had gone into her room, she couldn't help but wonder if he had an interest in her. Nobody went to that much trouble for just anyone, right? Yet, the longer she pondered on it, the more she realized that it was possible; all everyone in the castle did was sing praises of him and speak well of him.

It was confusing, being treated superbly one moment and treated like lint at the bottom of his shoe the next. He must have been bipolar or very moody, she thought, her chest heaving. She shut the door that separated them and gushed over her room once again. The moonlight shone off the shiny wooden headboard as soon a