The days after Walpurgis Night passed in a haze, each one blending into the next. Daemon had kept me in the ancestral manor, far from the pack's daily activities and, more significantly, from the training grounds.
It was convenient for me, yet uneasy. No longer must I rise before dawn to join the others, sweating and straining in the warehouse, where every glance was a challenge, every word was a reminder of my status in this pack. Instead, I now spent my days in Daemon’s close watch, both Calix and I sheltered by his watchful eye.
But being Daemon’s caged slave wasn’t easy. His attention, though protective and careful, came at a cost.
The other she-wolves, especially those who had once viewed me as beneath them, now watched me with undisguised contempt. They thought I’d somehow won h
