Elena’s POV:
The days dragged on, blurring into an endless cycle of exhaustion and quiet suffering. The whispers had finally died down, my name no longer the center of gossip, yet my life remained the same. I worked tirelessly, my hands raw and aching from the endless chores my mother and Elaine threw at me, especially after the other day’s incident. It was as if they were determined to break me completely, but I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.
The only thing that kept me going was the plan.
Every moment I stole away to rest, I thought about it. About my escape.
The Alpha King’s visit was all anyone could talk about. The Red Moon Pack was practically buzzing with excitement, the anticipation thick in the air. Everywhere I turned, there were preparations—warriors patrolling
