Seraphina POV I spent the first day watching the first season of Wednesday on Netflix. I couldn’t help but laugh at the parallels between Maeve and Enid and Wednesday and I. As a joke I couldn’t help myself but call Maeve, Enid after Maeve came into the room wearing a pink sweater, jeans, and fuzzy pink slippers. Me on the other hand, in stark contrast to my friend, was wearing black leggings, with a evergreen long sleeve shirt that I had borrowed, and my hair in two braids. For some reason when I woke today, a feeling of unease began to crawl through me. I tried to shake it off but a little sliver remained. Surprisingly enough, life at the packhouse seemed to be eerily quiet with their Alpha gone. It had been nice the first day not having to do any stupid tasks or errands for Callan; however today I felt restless and itching to do something. The quiet was finally getting to me. As I was pacing in front of the Callan’s bed, Maeve burst into the room with her arms full and threw do
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