27. Pick Me

~ JESSE ~

The minutes that followed were possibly the most surreal of my life—and given the day I’d had, that was saying something.

At first Cazz dodged my questions about a Wolf Den. I’d heard the stories, of course. But once again, I’d assumed they were just that—stories.

Cazz kept smiling and refusing to give any meaningful details, insisting that I would have to see it to understand it, which only made me more nervous.

But then, out of nowhere, another raft of servants arrived. And this time they were all carrying clothes and boxes of shoes.

Hangers filled with dresses, gowns, tunics, sweaters, shirts, blouses, and every kind of skirt and pant I could have imagined.

There was a dozen of them, and they made several trips each, disappearing into a large door off beside the bathroom that I hadn’t explored yet. When Cazz encouraged me to follow the second wave of them in and be