ELARAMy hands tremble, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead as I stare at the shattered plate on the floor. I was in the pack kitchen doing the dishes when I got lost in thought, and the plate accidentally slipped from my grasp. Breaking a plate means extra work, and all I wanted was to go home to my kids, who had been waiting for me all day.“Are you blind?!” Matilda, the head maid, screams as she marches towards me, rage vibrating through her tone.“I am sorry, I’ll—” I begin, bending down to clean up the broken shards, tears welling up in my eyes.“Elara, no!” my only friend, Isla, exclaims. She quickly kneels beside me and jerks my hand away before it can touch the glass. “Do you want to injure yourself?”“And how is that your business, huh? Isla?” the head maid snaps, glaring at her.“I—” She trails off and swallows hard.Matilda lets out a long, sharp hiss before turning her attention back to me, a deep frown masking her features. “Clean this up. And you’ll be staying an ext
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