Chapter 9 Patience

• Days stretched into weeks since when I was confined in the dungeon. I am recovering from a fever because the damp air seemed to seep into my bones, and my mental health has deteriorated. My nightmares have become worse and grown more oppressive and I often wake up gasping for air. The image of piercing blue eyes haunted me.
• The dreams were always the same. I would find myself in a shadowy landscape, those eyes staring at me with an intensity that leaves me trembling. The gaze looks like it wants to say something to me but to no avail. I would reach out, desperate to touch the shadow and know what it was and why it was haunting me, but it always vanished before my fingers could make contact. Sometimes I could hear a low, whispering voice, very indistinct.
• Isolation was suffocating me, at least back at home even If it wasn't all rosy, I was surrounded and besides, Emily made it her mission in life to frustrate me to death. I saw less of the Alpha and Xander and Martha told me, that they went on a business trip. It was bearable for me because, in all of this, I still had Martha. She became my solace with her warmth and kindness, she filled the void of loneliness.