Brittany's POV

The monthly pack gathering. The event I used to plan. Used to host.

Now I'm in the kitchen. Wearing this gray uniform. Carrying trays like a servant.

The great hall is decorated beautifully. Candles. Flowers. Everything I used to do.

But I'm not the host anymore. I'm the help.

I carry a heavy tray through the side door. Roasted meat. The smell makes my stomach growl. I haven't eaten properly in ...