Sable's POV
The afternoon light slanted through the narrow windows of the pack house corridors I was on my way back from the kitchens, carrying a tray of fresh linens, part of my servant duties that I hated but had to keep up. My mind was racing, as usual. Odessa's latest demands echoed in my head: push harder, break them. But after that intense night with Jasper, where he'd been so gentle, so... real, I felt a pull in two directions. Loyalty to Odessa meant power, status. But Bambi, my so-called friend, was starting to feel like more than just a target. Or maybe I was just getting good at pretending.
