TERESA
"What are you doing here?" I was asked and the sharp voice hit me like a slap before I even saw them.
I froze, my fingers brushing over the edge of the stone bench in the garden.
The peace I was looking for was already slipping away. I turned, and three maids stood there, eyes scanning me like I was some dirt kept on a clean floor.
"This part of the pack house isn’t for strays," the tallest one said, crossing her arms and I frowned.
I still couldn't understand what she meant by that but still I maintained my cool.
“I’m not a stray." My voice came out calmer than I felt, but my heart was already picking up speed.
They exchanged smirks and shook their heads. The second one stepped forward, with her chin lifted.
"Then what are you? A pet? A… side project?" She asked and the
