Since the fight with Deshna, Daemon had been almost militant about my safety, enforcing new measures that felt more like a cage than protection.
Today, I’d learned from one of the housekeepers that Daemon had ordered my room to be moved—next to Calix’s, of all places. The weight of Daemon’s decision bore down on me like a storm cloud as I paced in my room, my mind spinning.
I sank onto the edge of my bed, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort. Moving my room was a public announcement to every other she-wolf in Daemon’s harem that I was different—that I required extra protection, a move that would no doubt fuel their already seething resentment.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see Brenda entering quietly, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you all ri
