ERYNA
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I couldn’t help this creeping cold feeling that seeped through my bones for days without end. My wolf has been on edge lately.
And the rules that Vidalgo had set were ridiculous and not helping my anxiety; they were utterly ridiculous, and now he forced me to come to have breakfast with him every day; it got to the point where I had begun to lock myself away and starve myself instead.
Because the last time I was in a room with him, he tried to touch me. Ulmar, being his ever-so-active lapdog, had always tried to guilt-trip me into coming to have dinner with him, but I still didn’t budge. I hardly cried now, feeling pathetic for myself if I did.
It has been eight days now, and my mental state is almost to the point of no return. The nightmare ate through me every single night
