EMMALINE
The days blur together.
I don’t even know how long it’s been since I was brought into this place and my life was turned my world upside down again.
Sometimes, I wake up thinking it’s all just a dream, and that I’ll open my eyes and find myself back in Alexander’s pack house, or maybe in my old room before everything fell apart. But the moment I hear Dante’s voice outside the door, that fragile illusion shatters.
He visits every day now. I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s boredom, or maybe it’s control. Whatever the reason, he’s made it a habit to force his company on me.
Each visit feels like a new kind of torment. He doesn’t threaten me, not directly—not anymore. Instead, he talks. For hours. About his enemies, his victories, the people he’s crushed under his heel. He descr
