Chapter 41:
But the night we ran in the field had marked the beginning of this unsettling situation.
Despite thinking it through over and over again, I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong.
I was certain I hadn’t offended them in any way.
Yet their absence for days had me worrying. It took all my courage to push back the negative thoughts that kept circling in my mind.
My breath hitched when something suddenly popped into my head: the mind-link. The mind-link my dad had received could be the reason for their strange behavior. I remembered clearly how his mood had shifted abruptly after that.
He had even offered to tell me a story.
But what could the message have been?
A wave of worry and fear washed over me as more unsettling thoughts invaded my mind.
I needed to leave this room before I lost my sanity.
A sigh escaped my lips as I stood up and walked toward the door, only to hiss in annoyance when I found it locked from the outside—just like always.
From the scents that drifted into the room, I could tell there were four guards stationed outside, watching my room as if their lives depended on it.
Among them were skilled fighters, trackers, and warriors.
A fresh wave of confusion washed over me as more questions began to form in my mind.
Why was my father assigning such heavy security to guard me?
Why had everyone in the pack become so secretive?
I could sense danger lurking ahead.
Something wasn’t right. But I couldn’t figure out what it was.
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I was left in the dark, with no one telling me anything. The guards were useless—they wouldn’t say a word when I tried to engage them in conversation.
Despite everything, I needed to leave my room. I needed to see my parents, and I needed to shift.
I would slowly go crazy if I spent any more days confined to this room.
Maybe I should escape.
I wasn’t sure how I’d dodge the guards, but I’d figure it out.
I knocked on the door, startling the guards as the sound of their weapons echoed through the air, only to fall into silence.
“Open the door,” I yelled, banging the door hard. Still, no one spoke.
“What the hell is wrong with all of you? I’ve been stuck in here for a week! I want out!”
The knocks grew louder, but relief flooded through me when the door suddenly swung open.
Happiness swelled in my chest, and I almost danced in joy, but the presence of a maid stopped me in my tracks.
“Eve!” I gasped, staring at her in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, but you cannot go out,” she said, her expression cold and unreadable.
