Lyra’s POV
I should have known something was up when Jadis started wearing her hair down.
For two weeks, she’d kept it in neat braids or simple ponytails, practical styles for someone helping around the pack house. But suddenly, she was letting those auburn waves cascade over her shoulders like she was starring in some romance novel.
And the dresses. Oh, the dresses.
Gone were the simple, sturdy clothes she’d arrived in. Now everything was soft pastels that brought out her eyes, with necklines that were modest but somehow still managed to draw attention. Not that I was judging, girl had every right to pretty herself up. But the timing was… interesting.
Especially since it coincided with what I was now calling “The Clumsiness Epidemic.”
“Oops!”
The sound echoed through the main hall,
