Odette’s POV
The days blurred together like a forgotten dream, each one indistinguishable from the last. I woke up to the same cold, sterile walls, the same dreary routine. It was as if my life had been reduced to a monotonous cycle of servitude and pain, a never-ending stream of chores that stole what little strength I had left.
I’d grown used to the whispers that followed me everywhere. The pitying glances from the pack members, the harsh words from the maids, the disdain in Aria’s eyes whenever she crossed my path. It didn’t matter anymore. None of it did.
I had become invisible to them, just another ghost in the halls of the pack house. And yet, despite all of it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something—something greater—was coming. A force I couldn’t see but could feel deep in
