Rebecca's POV
For three long days, I rotted in that cell. I didn't bathe, and I hardly ate what they gave me. No one came to see me. Not my father. Not Enzo. And not even my friends, or my best friend Sofia. I was utterly alone.
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and two guards walked toward my cell. Without a word, they threw a familiar, plain maid's uniform through the bars.
"Dress up," one of them said coldly. "Your time here is over."
I didn't argue. I just watched them walk away to wait down the hall. Slowly, I stood up on my shaky legs. My wolf howled inside me, a painful, lonely sound, but I ignored her. I pulled off the torn wedding dress, letting the ruined lace drop to the stone floor. I changed into the scratchy, gray maid uniform. As I tied the apron aro
