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Chapter 66: One Step Closer

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(Calla's POV)

The sun shining through the sheer curtains left gold trails of soft light on the wooden floor. I braced my back against the edge of the bed, letting the hum of activity around me fade into the distance.

Maids were swarming, opening my armoire, producing my gown, warming curling tongs, arguing over earrings, inflating sleeves. One would have thought I was being crowned Queen, not being offered as a guest to a hostile pack.

And just what I intended for them to think.

"Miss Calla, your hair is something else," one of them breathed softly to another, fingers running the length of my silver hair.

"Like moonlight," another sighed.

I smiled weakly and said nothing. Let them wonder. Let them treat me like royalty. It's the final calm they shall ever know before the tempest that I bear rushes against their spotless walls.

I was deaf to irony, not realizing that I was being spoiled by servants who were unknowingly preparing me for war. Their gentle pats and gentle words of endearm
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