Chapter 7 Holding onto faith

My wolf seemed to have a better understanding of fate than I did.

After comforting myself that I should calm down and allow time to prove that there is more to what appears shallow on the surface, I laid myself to rest in a deep slumber.

Every new day comes with its hurdles. I was, and I was prepared for whatever might come my way again.

I stepped out to begin my day, but the person I saw was a represented day.

Someone was already standing outside the door, a tall brunette with a harsh face.

Emma.

She was the one who raised Ardan from childhood. “Here comes the wench! Aren't you just shameless?” She announced.

Her lousy voice broke my thoughts. She was fond of mocking me like I was her sworn enemy in her past life, and she was determined to humiliate me at every given opportunity.

“Wash it clean and have it ironed, too.” She tossed a maid dress to me. I picked it up, and I dare not object to her. “Why are you still standing?” She asked rudely.

“I. I thought you wanted me to wash this