The dress was too tight.Aria pulled at the neckline again. Still couldn't breathe right. The fabric was cream—some stupid color that was supposed to make her look pure or something. Marriageable. Delta Morris picked it because her father sure as hell didn't care what she wore."Stop messing with it." Morris didn't even look at her. "You'll make it obvious."Obvious. Right. Because if she just stayed quiet and small, maybe no one would notice the freak in the corner.The Blackwater gates were huge. Black iron twisted into claws, stone walls that looked like they'd been built to keep people out. Or keep them in. Guards everywhere, armed, watching. This place felt like a prison.Aria wanted to turn around. Go home. Except home wasn't really home anymore, was it? Just another place where people looked through her instead of at her."Move." Morris shoved her forward hard enough that she stumbled.The gates opened. Loud. Metal scraping metal.Her wolf made a sound. Small. Pathetic. Barely
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