Chapter 155

**Evangeline's POV**

Two weeks. That's how long we'd been home.

Two weeks of trying to be normal. To be pack. To pretend everything was okay.

But the nightmares wouldn't stop.

Every night, I saw him. Silas. His perfect face. Storm-gray eyes. That smile that promised eternity and delivered only pain.

"You can't escape me," he whispered in my dreams. "You belong to me. Always have. Always will."

I'd wake up screaming. Ronan would hold me. ...