Chapter One hundred and seven (Saraya's POV) Present Time

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

Picking a black face mask that covered my nose and lips. I wore it and let it dangle around my neck.

Evanore made me sit in front of the vanity mirror so she could help me make my hair. She braided it into two cornrows, letting the tails fall down my back, she then pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.

"There you go," she said. I gave her a smile via the mirror — or at least that was what was intended. But via the mirror, I saw I was