Artemisia

Returning to the pack house, I’m exhausted but also feel incredibly giddy.

I hurry to get to my quarters while the flimsy lingerie dress weighs heavily in the little bag.

Stepping into my quarters by forcing myself not to burst into his office, I take a deep breath.

As I inhale, I quickly notice that something is wrong, my senses on high alert as I smell various scents of people that must be standing in my bedroom.

“Oh, she's coming.” I hear Daisy whispering and as I step ...