Chapter 87

Elodie

Sleep refused to come that night.

No matter how hard I tried, my eyes would not stay closed. Every time I shut them, my mind filled with images I did not understand—fire curling around silver chains, wolves howling from a distance, and a shadow standing at the edge of everything, watching me.

Waiting.

I sat up on my bed and hugged my knees to my chest. The room was quiet, too quiet. Moonlight slipped through the small window and painted pale lines on the floor. The mark ...