Kestrel's POV
I'm ready to work, so ready that I barely slept last night thinking about it. This is my chance to prove myself, to show the pack that I'm more than just Zeph's mate, that I have value and skills that can help them.
I dress carefully in black jeans and a fitted emerald green blouse that brings out my eyes, pulling my red hair back into a sleek ponytail. I look professional, capable, confident even though my stomach is churning with nervous excitement.
When I come downstairs, Sophia is waiting for me by the front door. She's wearing the same black dress and white apron from yesterday, her blonde hair pulled back tight enough that it makes her face look harsh and angular. The moment she sees me, her lip curls with disgust.
"Ready?" she asks coldly, not bothering to hide her
