CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN - DARK WHISPERS

The mansion settled into its nightly routine, creaking and sighing like a living thing. In her opulent chambers, Freya sat at her desk, poring over ancient texts and muttering to herself. In the stables, Magnus tended to the horses, his thoughts filled with Elin and the future they might have together. And somewhere in the vast, shadowy halls of Ulfheim, secrets stirred, waiting to be uncovered. As the moon rose high over the snow-capped mountains, casting its pale light over the sleeping mansion, the stage was set for the next act in the unfolding drama of Ulfheim. And at the center of it all lay Anna, still unaware of the pivotal role she was destined to play in the ancient and mysterious world she found herself in. As the days at Ulfheim stretched into weeks, Anna found herself gradually adapting to the rhythms of life in the mansion. However, her growing comfort was constantly undermined by Freya's subtle yet persistent efforts to keep her off-balance. The matriarch of Ulfheim se