CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN - ECHOES OF THE PAST

She entered her room, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. The day's events played through her mind - the broken vase, Freya's anger, the confusing maze of corridors, and the hidden library. It all felt like a strange dream, yet she knew it was her new reality. As she sank onto the bed, exhausted from her ordeal, Anna couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the Ulfheim mansion held - and whether she was truly safe here, so far from everything she knew. The sun was setting outside her window, casting long shadows across the room. Anna shivered, suddenly feeling very small and alone in this vast, ancient house of werewolves. She curled up on the bed, pulling the blankets tight around her, and tried to convince herself that tomorrow would be better. But as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were filled with endless corridors, shattering porcelain, and the haunting image of that silver wolf necklace, its sapphire eyes seeming to watch her even in her slumber. The next evening