Brie's POV
The morning sun does not feel like morning. It feels like a blade sliding under the door to scare me.
I wake up before the knock. My chest feels heavy, like a stone sits right on my ribs and I do not want to open my eyes, but I have to. Today is the day and the marking happens tonight.
Jackling stirs inside my head, her voice groggy and low. ’Up, little human, I can smell meat and the wolves are already howling outside.’
“Shut up,” I whisper, rubbing my eyes.
’I am just saying,’ Jackling mutters. ’Be ready. Do not let them see you’re shaking.’
Then suddenly the lock turns, the door swings open but it is not Damien, instead three female omegas walk in. They carry heavy bundles of silk, ribbons, and a silver bowl with water. Their heads are down, looking at the floor, not at
