I feel like I’m going insane sitting in this room all by myself, so I decide to get up and look for Ingrid and Frances. At least they’ll be glad to see me.
I head to the Great Hall to search for them, but it’s pretty empty. I wander toward the courtyard trying to ignore the curious stares of the werewolves eyeing my wings.
So when I see the sisters sitting on the edge of the fountain, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my chest. I practically run toward them, desperate for some comfort or affection after everything I just endured.
When they hear me approach, they jump up and meet me enthusiastically, and the joy in their eyes erases a little of the self-doubt that’s dwelling in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re okay!” Squeals Ingrid as she wraps her arms around me.
“Yeah,” I sa
