Chapter 58 In His Arms

• Arabelle's Point Of View.
• I sat by the window, staring out into the vast stretch of forest beyond the manor’s ruins. The silence here was unsettling, a constant reminder of how much things had changed since I was brought to this place. Once, the manor had been a place of warmth and life. Now, it was nothing more than a ghostly shadow of what it had been—a crumbling structure filled with memories of the past. A past I was only beginning to remember.
• Lucian had gone out, probably to speak with his pack or plan our next move. The werewolves were on edge, especially after Florian had taken Jennifer. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. War was coming. That much was inevitable.