Tiara’s POV
The morning arrived quickly. I woke up before the sun fully rose, just as I always had. My body had learned to rise early, long before anyone could come and call for me. Even now, in this unfamiliar place, the habit stayed.
I sat up, blinking away sleep, momentarily disoriented by the softness of the bed beneath me. It still didn’t feel real, this room, this space. It wasn’t mine. It never could be.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The wooden floor was cool under my feet. I reached for the clothes I had worn the day before, quickly smoothing the fabric and tying my hair back. There was work to do—there was always work to do.
The pack house was large, and I didn’t know my way around yet, but I could guess. Every pack had a similar layout. The kitchen would
