Chapter 75

• Zara POV
• The days at home bled together like dull shades of gray.
• I’d thought coming back would give me a little peace after the chaos of the engagement party, but instead it felt like I was suffocating in my own silence. The walls of my father’s mansion carried whispers I couldn’t reach, secrets thick enough to clog the air. Aunty May tried—she really did. She’d bustle into my room, leaving fresh tea by my bedside, asking questions about my semester, my classes, my wolf run. But every time her words brushed too close to the truth, I swallowed mine whole.