RHEA'S POV
The pack house is quiet in the early morning hours. The energy from last night’s games has faded, leaving behind a stillness that feels heavy. I had drifted off to a dream-filled sleep once my head touched the pillow.
I make my way to the kitchen, needing the simple comfort of a cup of tea. The air is already filled with the smell of baking bread and brewing coffee. Rose, the head servant, is standing at the large central island, kneading dough. Her silver hair is neatly tied in a bun, and she hums a soft tune.
She looks up from the dough she is kneading as I enter, flour dusting her forearms like winter frost.
"Luna Rhea! You are up early. Good morning." She wipes her hands on her apron and moves to the stove. "Sit, sit. I will make you some tea."
I slide onto a stool at t
