Seraphina's POV
Sunlight streamed through my windows, but it did nothing to dispel the chill that had settled in my bones after last night's dream. I sat at the edge of my bed, fingers tracing the outline of my neck where I'd felt that phantom mist choking me.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called.
The door swung open to reveal three young women, each carrying different items. The eldest stepped forward with a respectful bow.
"Alpha Valerius sent us to help you prepare for tonight's celebration, Miss Seraphina."
I blinked in surprise. "The celebration isn't until evening."
"Yes, miss." She nodded. "But Alpha Valerius requested that you be properly pampered. We're to help with your bath, hair, and dress."
The youngest maid, barely older than sixteen, held up a garment bag. "Wait until you see your gown," she whispered excitedly.
Despite my unease, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity. "Alright, then. Thank you."
