SABLE'S POV
The sky was still dark when I slipped out of my tiny room on the servants' floor. The pack house felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath. My shoes made soft sounds on the cold stone as I hurried toward the Luna's private wing. My heart beat fast, not because I was scared of being caught, but because I knew Odessa would not like what I had to tell her.
I knocked once on her door. No answer. I knocked again, harder.
The door flew open. Odessa stood there in a thin black robe, hair messy, eyes sharp like knives.
"Sable," she hissed. "It is four in the morning. This better be worth waking me."
I stepped inside quickly. The room smelled like her expensive perfume and something bitter, maybe the wine she drank last night. I closed the door behind me.
"I spoke to Jasper," I said, keeping my voice low. "Like you told me."
Odessa crossed her arms. "And?"
