I have spent all my life wishing for the things that I have suddenly received, and now I'm going to spend a significant amount of time, fearing that I will lose it all.
I jerk into a sitting position, cold sweat from my forehead down to my neck. The weather is cold but I'm burning. There is a sting in my eyes because a tear has gotten in, I don't try to wipe it away, I don't even blink.
It takes time before I remember that I'm in the Valois mansion. It takes time before I realize that I'm safe. I ran away from my pack house almost a decade ago. It's been almost a decade and they haven’t found me yet, I'm still safe.
I turn to the right and see a figure sitting on the armchair. It's Sham, I spot his emerald eyes easily. I can see he’s watching me.
Tyran stirs and wraps his hand tiger ar
