ZARIA'S POV
"You look great, Zaria," Camilla said, smoothing the shoulders of a deep green tunic. "Seriously, stop pulling at the collar. You're going to rip the stitching."
"I'm trying to see if I can use it to cover my face," I muttered, staring at my reflection. "Are you sure I can't stay here? Tell him I had a relapse."
Camilla snorted, tossing me a pair of soft leather boots. "Nice try, but no. The King explicitly requested your presence tonight. You don't exactly say no to a request like that."
"A request from a Lycan King is just a polite command, Camilla."
"Maybe," she said, flashing a quick grin. "But it's just a casual bonfire feast to celebrate the morning hunt. Everyone is going to be way too busy drinking and eating roasted meat to care about you. Just go out there and b
