Maya stood in front of the mirror in the nightdress, wondering what she was doing or why she had even agreed to this. She was alone in the room; Palmer had left as soon as she had helped her prepare for the night.
Her skin felt soft and moisturized. Her arm still hurt but the pain didn't feel worse than normal. At least she would be able to take off the bandage for good soon. If only she had a wolf, she wouldn't need to take this long to heal.
Sometimes it felt like lacking a wolf was all she thought about but she couldn't help it. She was certainly an anomaly—even Claude had said so.
She let out a loud sigh and forced herself to pay attention to her reflection as she stood in front of the mirror.
Her black hair partially covered her face, and even in the low-lit room with only one candle on the dresser, she could still vaguely see her blue eyes. But it was the outline of her dress that drew attention.
