Since it was too dangerous for me to leave the territory—and equally risky for the police to find me inside the packhouse—Donnie came up with a quick solution: change my appearance entirely.
Without wasting time, he called several female members of the pack to assist. They immediately got to work transforming me. My naturally black hair was dyed into a soft chestnut brown, and the loose waves I usually had were straightened into a sleek, unfamiliar style. They also applied something to my skin to slightly darken my complexion.
Even my clothes were replaced. My usual simple t-shirt and pants were swapped for a tighter, more revealing outfit—similar to what Hailey used to wear. I felt extremely uncomfortable in it, but I had no choice. If this disguise could keep me from being recognized,
