NORA
I was getting ready for pack training when Isolde walked into my room without knocking.
She looked at me the way she had been looking at me since she arrived. Like I was something unpleasant she kept finding in places she did not expect.
I greeted her. She ignored it completely.
"Go help in the kitchen. You'll be serving the pack after training," she said, her eyes moving around my room like she was inspecting it.
"Ma'am, I was supposed to be at pack training," I said, keeping my eyes on her.
She laughed. Short and sharp.
"You think you belong here? In my pack?" She rolled her eyes. "You're a stranger under this roof. That makes you a slave. Go join the maids."
I pressed my foot into the floor slowly.
"I was never a slave, ma'am. If you want me gone, I will go. But I won't b
