(Sanya's POV)
He's early. So much earlier than I expected, and panic floods through me. He told me to be ready, but I'm standing here in the same clothes I wore this morning while doing chores. The simple cotton dress is dirty and drenched, not fit for going out on a date with an Alpha.
"Why aren't you ready?" he asks, his voice cool, detached. His eyes sweep over me, taking in my appearance, and I see the disappointment settle over his features like a mask.
"They burned my clothes," I say, and I hate how my voice shakes as I point at Tara and Mira, who are still sitting on the sofa looking completely unbothered by the accusation. "I swear, Tyron, I was going to get ready, but when I went to my closet, everything was gone, and they—"
"That's a lie!" Mira interrupts, and she stands up f
