Hazel Moreau
I woke up late the next morning, as had become my habit since arriving at Killian's estate. The sun was already high and bright, streaming through the tall windows of his chambers and casting golden rectangles across the ornate carpet. The maids had come in and begun their daily duties, moving quietly around the room. They were always so careful not to wake me, but today I'd stirred naturally.
"Good morning, miss," one of them said with a warm smile as I pushed myself up against the silk pillows.
"Good morning," I replied, stretching and feeling the pleasant soreness in my muscles from the night before. I sat up properly and reached for the silk robe draped over the chair beside the bed. "Where's Killian?"
"The Alpha left early this morning, miss. He'll be gone for the da
