Brielle's POV
Silvermoon’s rules weren’t hard to follow: most of them, anyway. But I wasn’t exactly used to living under someone else’s thumb. Jake’s rules were less about safety and more about control,about asserting his dominance and reminding me, at every opportunity, that I didn’t belong here.
“Stick to the mansion.”
“Don’t go anywhere without permission.”
“Stay out of my way.”
It wasn’t like I’d run off to rebel or prove a point. I just needed to breathe, to feel something besides the weight of his endless glares. The mansion, with all its grandeur and suffocating perfection, felt more like a gilded cage every day.
I’d only wandered a little past the garden to the edge of the forest, letting the breeze cool my face, when one of the patrol wolves found me.
The rest of the after
