The Packhouse was a mess. Men were hanging long curtains of silver and black. Women were carrying huge boxes of expensive food and bottles of wine.
The Gala was only two days away. Everyone in the pack was talking about it. It was supposedly a party to celebrate our strength. They didn't know it was a trap. They didn't know that Annabella and her father wanted to steal the souls of their leaders.
I walked down the stairs, trying to look like a woman who had given up. I kept my shoulders slumped. I didn't fix my hair. I wanted Annabella to think I was defeated. I wanted her to think her plan to steal Astor was working.
"Oh, good! You're awake!" Annabella’s voice chirped from the living room.
I walked in. Annabella and Ovelia were standing next to a tall mannequin. On the mannequin was
