*Ember*

“Get up, Princess!”

I groaned, blinking the sleep from my eyes. I had expected my gaze to be met with the gentle light of dawn, but it was still dark.

“Come on, hurry up,” the voice urged. It took me a moment to realize who was speaking–the Alpha of Whitelark’s blond-haired Beta. What was his name? Rhys?

I sat up in bed, drawing the thin blankets over me protectively. Rhys shot me a good-natured grin as he tossed a bundle of fabric ...