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8: Help without asking

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CAMILE

The noise outside my quarters dragged me out of sleep. At first, I thought it was the usual morning chaos from the pack house, but it sounded too sharp.

Too many raised voices.

I groaned, slipped into something simple, and stepped out.

Zane was standing in front of my door with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Across from him stood a well-dressed woman with a clipboard and four people behind her carrying crates, tool bags, and fabric samples.

“I already said you have no authority to be her
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