Tiara's POV
I had spent the entire morning completing my chores. My arms ached from scrubbing floors, my feet were sore from walking back and forth, and my clothes smelled like cleaning supplies. Yet, despite my exhaustion, I found myself standing by the window of my small chamber, my eyes fixed on the road leading to the pack gates.
The morning sun was up, shining brightly over the pack grounds. Warriors trained in the open field, their movements sharp and precise. Omegas carried baskets filled with herbs and fresh produce, moving quickly to avoid getting in the way of the higher-ranked wolves. The scent of cooked meat and fresh bread wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble, but I ignored it.
I wasn’t hungry.
I was waiting.
My fingers gripped the edge of the window as my ga
