~ Elvira ~
If you want to know what it feels like right before a hurricane hits, you should visit the Silverblade kitchen on the morning of a Selection.
By five in the morning, the air was already filled with the smell of tenderly cooked meat, rosemary, and baked food.
My feet were aching before the sun had even cleared off the trees.
“Move it, Elvira! Those dishes aren’t going to garnish themselves!” Silas barked, looking just as exhausted as I was, his apron covered in flour, juggling three different timers at once.
I just kept my head down and my hands moving instead of complaining.
Outside, the entire pack grounds had been transformed.
From the kitchen window, I could see long tables set up under white tents. The warriors’ dark blue and silver banners snapped in the wind, proud
