Aria came down at dawn. The kitchen was already hot. Steam curled from pots on the hearth. The cooks moved in their usual rhythm, chopping, stirring, calling out orders.
Marta was waiting by the door.
"You're serving in the great hall this morning. Two girls didn't show. Grab a tray and follow the others."
Aria stopped. "I thought I wasn't allowed in the hall."
You're a servant." Marta thrust a tray into her hands. "Keep your head down and don’t spill anything. The Luna is dining with the Alpha and some elders so be careful.
The great hall was still strung with crimson banners. White roses drooped in their vases. Warriors stood beside the long tables on the, keeping watch.
Aria followed two other servants through the side door. She kept her eyes on the floor.
At the head table, Sele
