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Shadows of the Pack

Author: Kristen Hernandez
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 15:42:34

The days began to blur.

Morning light crept through the barred window before the sun rose, and by then, Ryleigh was already up—bed made, hair pulled back, sleeves rolled to her elbows. Natalia had warned her that even a minute of hesitation could be taken as defiance.

And Ryleigh had no desire to draw attention.

The work was endless. Scrubbing floors, polishing silver, hauling baskets of linen up and down the halls. It didn’t take long for Ryleigh’s hands to blister, her muscles to ache in ways she didn’t know they could. But she kept her head down, moving quietly through the grand halls of the Pack House like a ghost in training.

Through it all, Natalia stayed close. Unlike Margaret, her presence brought comfort now. She was sharp-tongued, yes—but patient. When Ryleigh fumbled a task or asked a question, Natalia didn’t snap. She corrected. Encouraged. Taught.

One night, after the servants’ quarters had gone quiet, they sat together in a corner of the laundry room folding sheets—
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