Maeve’s POV…
The moon was far too bright for a night that felt this heavy.
Sleep had long abandoned me, though I doubted I’d even invited it in the first place. My head was a carousel of everything that had happened — Lucian’s words, my parents’ deaths, the horrifying new reality that werewolves were… well, real.
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, tossing the blanket aside. Great. Another sleepless night in a mansion full of supernatural beings who could probably smell my anxiety from miles away.
My eyes landed on the door. I didn’t know where anything else was in this massive place, but I knew one spot by heart — the greenhouse. The only safe corner in this maze of chaos. The only place that didn’t smell like expensive furniture and secrets.
So, I slipped on my sweater a
