Thalia stood in the room assigned to her and just stared.
The space was huge. Bigger than Celina’s room back at Red Claw, and that girl was an alpha’s daughter. The bed alone could fit three people comfortably, covered in rich furs and quilts. A fireplace sat against one wall, already burning low. Tapestries hung from the stone walls, depicting wolves and mountains and battles from long ago.
To think that she, a servant, had a bigger room than the daughter of an alpha.
The Morales pack really was something.
She walked to the door and locked it, her hands still shaking slightly from everything that had happened. Then she moved to the full-length mirror standing in the corner and started stripping off the maid’s clothes, letting them drop to the floor.
She stared at her reflection in ju
