Chapter 32 Her Presence Brings Him Peace

• The rain was a solid, unrelenting sheet outside the window, matching the oppressive, suffocating mood inside these walls. A dreadful week had passed…seven endless days of silent hostility from the pack and seven days of house arrest. They hadn’t even allowed me the small, perilous freedom of serving the Alpha in his mansion. Every day without contact was a delay, a setback to the only plan I had left. The sooner I could execute it and secure my wolf, the sooner I could flee this prison. I clutched the edge of the forgotten book in my hands, my nails digging into the page margins, my mind a desperate, churning whirlpool.
• ​My wolf. Oh, how I yearned for her claws, her speed, and her primal sense of self. Without her, I was just Elara…a frail, pregnant vessel trapped by a demon.
• ​The lock clicked with a nauseating finality, and the door swung open. Marga entered, a sickly sweet smile plastered across her aged face, her usual entourage of silent servants trailing behind like shadows.