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Sleeping proved to be near impossible. My thoughts churned, tangled in the fears I knew would confront me tomorrow. The room I’d been staying in, carefully guarded by William, was a sanctuary he made sure only he and I were allowed to enter. Yet tonight, it felt more like a cage, the silence pressing in on me from all sides. I turned my head to look at the clock beside me—it read 2 a.m. Letting out a sigh, I accepted the inevitable: I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. My mind was too restless, my body too tense, and I wasn’t sure how to find peace in this place I was supposed to call home. Fear clawed its way up my chest as my thoughts wandered. I remembered the woman—no, the goddess—I was told I could speak to. She had referred to me as her “new pup,” and though the connection had felt surr
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