Eleanor’s POV
The loud banging on my door yanked me out of sleep. My heart beat in my chest as I looked around the room. My blankets were tangled around me, and my neck ached from sleeping in an awkward position. I had no idea when I’d even fallen asleep. The last thing I remembered was staring at the ceiling, drowning in thoughts that refused to let me rest.
Another series of knocks—louder, more impatient.
I groaned, rubbing my face as I forced myself up. Whoever was at the door wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
Dragging my feet, I reached for the handle and pulled it open, expecting to see a guard or maybe a pack messenger. Instead, I was met with a face I hadn’t seen in a long time.
A young woman in a neatly pressed uniform stood before me, her posture stiff with importance. My brows
