Antalya's POV
The morning light filtered through Dominic's room as I frantically searched through his belongings. My fingers traced over strange vials filled with clear liquid, and beside them, records with dates and symptoms meticulously documented.
"What are these?" I whispered, picking up one of the vials. "Some kind of medicine? Or something worse?"
The records were even more intriguing – notes about pain during rainfall, weakness at specific times, healing patterns that didn't match normal werewolf physiology. I was just opening one of the older journals when footsteps echoed in the hallway.
"Damn it," I hissed, quickly putting everything back. I grabbed a random book and threw myself into the nearby chair, trying to look casual as the door opened.
"Miss Antalya?" Two maids enter
