Olive's POV
The merchant, Rowling, pushed his cart as we trailed behind him in clothes that had seen better days.
My hair was dyed blonde and my eyes were a startling hazel. Freya toned it down with freckles dotted across my cheeks.
Freya dyed hers a deep black, contrary to her usual flaming red hair. She threw a pair of round glasses over her eyes and regular brown eyes.
"I think we're here", I nudged Freya. She glanced up, eyes taking in the small palace and bustling streets.
Rowling never stopped, simply kept walking until he reached the palace gates. Alpha Dave didn't need a disguise, as neither Serena nor Atria had seen him before.
Rowling knocked on the gates twice, and two guards showed their faces, eyes brightening as they spotted the merchant.
"Rowling", one called out,
