**Calix**

I saw her across the room, her plain dress covered by an apron that hugs her curves and her face solemn. She looked back at me with a hint of fear and longing.

I could see the looks people gave her, mostly the staff who knew she wasn’t one of them. It was no secret that she wasn’t part of the pack, and their stolen glances betrayed their feelings.

That was what I was most concerned about; how the other would treat her. I found that I was ...