When I feel like there’s no stopping the tension as it reaches past its breaking point, a soft, squeal-like growl echoes through the air, jolting me from the depths of my anxious thoughts. My eyes snap open, searching frantically for the source of the sound, my heart still pounding in my chest.
And there, at the top of the gilded staircase, stands Maxinne, her small white wolf form illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier above. My breath hitches in my throat, more waves of anxiety washing over me at the sight of my innocent daughter while the conflict between her family members are escalating.
Still with a trembling form, I release my hold on Knox, my instinctual urge to protect Maxinne overpowering my fear. I take a step forward, intending to rush towards her and shield her from
