Octavia
“No f*cking way,” I groaned.
I stood in front of the large mirror beside my dresser, holding up a black dress. I still wasn’t sure why I had agreed to this absurd ball, to be paraded around as if I were actually aligning myself with Valerio. My wolf, however, was eager for the party and the chance to assist him.
“Traitor,” I sneered.
Call me what you want. I’m doing this for both our sakes. Because while you might have a death wish, I don’t.
I rolled my eyes and shut her out, then opened the drawer to look through the clothes inside. Everything was so… nice. Soft fabrics. Elegant cuts. I hated it. And I absolutely could not wear a dress.
How am I supposed to fight in that?
A knock interrupted my thoughts. I opened the door to find a servant waiting outside.
“Yes?”
She avoi
