Serena's POV.
I stood before the rival pack's entrance, my face hidden behind a veil. The journey took me three days and two nights. I took a deep breath, hoping my plan wouldn't backfire. With a steady hand, I pushed open the door and slipped inside.
I made my way to the kitchen, where a bustling crowd of cooks and servants scrambled to prepare the day's meals. One of the cooks spotted me and barked an order.
"You, take this food to the guards!"
I nodded, my heart racing as I reached for the tray. But just as I was about to take it, a shrill voice cut through the air.
"Stop! Who are you?"
I froze, my throat constricting as I swallowed hard. This was harder than I thought.
"A...a maid," I stammered, trying to sound confident.
The woman who had spoken stepped closer, her eyes narrow
