Ash's POV
It was dawn when I slipped into my room. I hadn't been in here for days, my fever had worn out…finally. But I was just disturbed by the memory of the wolf and woods.
Was any of it real even? Or was it just some sort of fever dream?
The whole room was still, covered in silence and making a heavy weight rest on the room.
The curtains fluttered softly from the cold breeze, and the faintest streaks of light painted across the floor. I moved like a thief—well, I guess I kind of was one—my bare feet brushing against the tiles as I reached for my uniform on the chair.
The chair creaked the tiniest bit when I sat to pull the shirt over my head, and for a second the sound felt enormous. I froze, heart jackhammering, listening for any shift in the house that would mean I’d been caugh
