norella pov
As I stepped through the doors of our home, an unsettling feeling settled over me, like a dense fog creeping in from the sea. The familiar surroundings seemed foreign, as if I were an actor in someone else's life. I craved peace, but it always seemed just beyond my grasp, a fleeting shadow. My thoughts churned like a tempest, relentless and chaotic. Seeking refuge, I drifted toward my room, yearning for a sliver of tranquility.
I perched on the edge of my bed, my gaze fixed on the blank wall ahead. My mind was a whirlwind, thoughts of Damon and Alpha Lowell tangling into a knot of confusion and dread. The weight of their intertwined fates pressed heavily on my chest. Just as I felt myself being swallowed by the tumult of my thoughts, a gentle knock broke the silence. The door
