ADINNA’S POV
Sleep doesn’t come easy.
Every time I close my eyes, It’s like I can hear his low and mocking voice
Sweet dreams, little wolf.
Those words loop in my head like a curse, echoing through every breath I take. Even the silence of the night doesn’t feel safe.
I locked the door immediately he left and I’ve checked it a hundred times, but that doesn’t stop the fear or the memory of his hand on my arm.
When I finally wake the next morning, I am not sure I had actually slept. My reflection in the mirror is enough proof with the dark circles, puffy eyes and hair sticking out like I’d wrestled a thunderstorm. My wolf is still restless beneath my skin, pacing like a caged animal, and I can’t tell if it’s fear or fury driving her.
“Get it together,” I whisper to myself. “He doesn’t
