Elisa's POV
I sat on the bed for a long time after the call with my mother. I didn’t move. I didn’t cry. I just stared at the wall in front of me. My thoughts kept going back and forth in my mind, touching pieces of everything that had happened.
The woman.
Roman.
The dream.
My sister’s wedding.
The family meeting.
The need for a mate.
I felt tired. Not just in my body. In my chest and in my head too.
I leaned back and rested my head against the pillow. My eyes felt heavy, but I didn’t want to close them. I didn’t want another dream. I didn’t want to see Rhys again like that. I didn’t want to feel all that fear again.
I took a slow breath and tried to relax. But another thought slipped in.
The party at Vivian’s hostel.
The laughter.
The music.
The gossip.
And the thing they
