“You won’t get me this time,” I muttered bitterly, throwing the quilt over my head as if that could somehow shield me from whatever dark force was clawing at my mind.
“I don’t care what you do anymore.” I curled into myself, my fists clenched around the fabric as I had decided If this thing, whatever it was, wanted to torment me, then let it.
I was done running, done fighting a battle I didn’t understand.
‘Let it whisper, let it haunt. Let it try to break me, I would not fall.’
As I was reeling over what was happening a soft knock on my door shattered the fragile silence I had wrapped myself in.
I stiffened under the quilt, my body tensing as I’d already mentioned that no one had come to my room since I was in isolation. Moreover, the news of the omegas I hurt should’ve spread in the
