Maya’s Point of View
"Enjoy your last night, Avery," I whispered to myself. "Tomorrow, your world will end."
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The morning sun streamed through my window, painting the walls of my room in a warm golden hue. But that wasn’t the source of my glow today. No, today, my joy came from the knowledge that by nightfall, Avery would be nothing more than a memory. I hummed to myself as I got ready, a rare skip in my step that even I couldn’t suppress.
For weeks, the tension in the pack had been thick, my plans meticulously unfolding beneath the surface. But today, I was free, free to bask in the anticipation of my enemy’s demise. It was going to be a glorious day.
As I descended the stairs, I noticed the maids exchanging curious glances. Their confusion was almost comical. I could feel
