I paced in my room and after what felt like ages, I decided I needed someone to talk to who wouldn’t try to control every move I made. Helena was deep into her research on the banshee, and with any luck, she’d be open to letting me in on her discoveries. Or maybe, at the very least, I could do something useful for the pack besides sit around here.
“Please,” I said to the guard stationed outside my door, keeping my voice calm but firm, “let me go. I’m not about to run off—I just want to speak with Helena. I will not go outside she is literally in this house.”
He frowned. “The Alpha’s orders were clear, Lady Astrid.”
“I’ll be careful,” I insisted, my patience thinning. “You know I’m not a prisoner here, right?”
The guard shifted awkwardly but didn’t relent. After a few more tries and a r
