Aria's POV
I woke up the next morning to a persistent knocking at my door. I opened my eyes groggily and stumbled over to answer it, finding two maids standing there.
"Good morning, Lady Aria," one of them said with a polite bow. "Alpha Logan sent us to get you ready for breakfast."
I nodded, stepping aside to let them in. As they worked to get me ready, I mulled over the questions I wanted to ask Alpha Logan. What was really going on with the Council of Alphas? And why was I feeling so uneasy about him?
The maids dressed me in an elegant gown of deep emerald green, its fabric soft and flowing. Then they arranged my hair into an intricate braid, adorned with delicate silver pins. When they finished, I checked myself in the mirror.
I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me. The
