Amelia’s POV
I was so annoyed after getting off the phone with the pack wives, that I had a wild idea of storming down to the banquet hall myself and giving them a piece of my mind in person. Oh, I’d love to see the surprised looks on their face as I walked through the door and absolutely tore into their new unofficial color palettes.
It would be so very gratifying to hear them have to apologize to me for hanging up on me. Gods, I wanted to look at that phone and see just how many bars she had. Dropping signal, yeah right. No way.
However, as much fun as it was to imagine this, I knew it was only wild fantasy. One look toward the front door told me all I needed to know about the unlikeliness of this actually happening.
A guard was stationed there, just inside the door, with another one
