Shirley
The night didn’t let me sleep.
I lay awake on my bed, staring at the cracked ceiling as moonlight sliced through the blinds. The silence in Dante’s compound wasn’t comforting—it was suffocating. My ears twitched at every creak of wood, every distant bark of a wolf in the wilds beyond the fence. My body was exhausted, my bones begging for rest, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. Not after everything I had learned.
Asher’s words replayed in my head like a curse. His confession, his promises, his warnings—it all tangled into a knot in my chest. Elias, WHO, dormant powers, awakening… all of it felt like some twisted bedtime story whispered to scare little wolf girls into behaving. Except it wasn’t a story. It was my life.
And Dante.
God, Dante.
Even thinking his name was enough to mak
