Eloise’s POV:
It has been three days since Theodore confined me to house arrest; in fact, he declared me mentally ill to the Vanguard Pack, which invited several Pack Council members to arrive at the packhouse every day to visit me.
But his cunning schemes had no limits.
Not only did he decline every visitor for me under the pretext of borrowing me some time to recover, but he even tightened the security around the packhouse, making sure I would never be able to take a step outside.
Every day that I spent in the room felt awfully suffocating.
I got used to lying on the bed for the whole day, clenching the family portrait picture my Lili had drawn with her frail hands close to my chest, grieving my heart out.
I barely ate the food Sena brought in for me, only a little portion, ju
