Ruby pushed through the heavy glass doors of the outdoor gym, stepping into the bright morning sun. The air felt cooler out here, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and pine from the palace grounds. She didn't bother waiting for Sasha to catch up as she rolled her shoulders, still buzzing from the rush of pinning Kira to the mat again and again. The little werewolf's face when she hit the floor the second time was priceless. Ruby's lips curved into a slow and satisfied smile.
Sasha fell into step beside her, ponytail swinging with each stride. "Is that the woman we should all call our queen? A weak person who couldn't even fight to save her life? She would only bring embarrassment to this pack." She shook her head, voice low. "I'm sure His Grace must be regretting why he married her."
Ruby snorted. "I'm sure he does. Being a queen isn't for the weak."
