CHAPTER FORTY SIX – LESS THAN A SERVANT

The afternoon dragged on, a blur of endless chores. Laura mopped floors, folded laundry, and helped prepare for dinner. With each task, she felt her resentment grow. She was a trained nurse, for God's sake. How had she ended up here, reduced to nothing more than a servant? As evening approached, Laura found herself assigned to help set up the dining hall for dinner. As she laid out place settings, she overheard two werewolves deep in conversation at a nearby table. "Logan's being too cautious," one of them was saying, his voice low but intense. "We need to take action before Carter's pack gets any stronger." "And risk open war?" the other replied. "That's madness. Logan knows what he's doing." Laura's hands shook slightly as she placed a fork, her mind racing. It seemed that everywhere she turned, there were whispers of conflict and danger. But no one would tell her anything directly. She was left to piece together scraps of information, always aware that her curiosity could be see