Chapter 110

The night did not feel normal after the Council left.

It felt watched.

The pack school, usually alive with whispers, footsteps, and distant laughter, had gone unnaturally quiet. Even the guards patrolling the corridors walked slower, their boots softer against the stone floors, as if they were afraid of making noise.

As if noise itself might awaken something.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my back straight, my hands resting limply on my knees. The room smelled faintly of dust and ...