CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT - NIGHTMARE COMFORT

"I never thought I'd end up here," Anna mused as Erik helped her stretch her arms above her head. "In a world of werewolves and pack politics. It's like something out of a fantasy novel." Erik's expression softened. "Do you regret it?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Getting involved in all of this?" Anna considered the question seriously. "No," she said finally, meeting his gaze. "It's been challenging, and sometimes terrifying. But... I wouldn't trade it. I wouldn't trade you." The look Erik gave her was filled with such tenderness that it took Anna's breath away. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I wouldn't trade you either," he murmured. "Not for anything in this world." As the days turned into weeks, Anna's strength continued to improve. She was able to walk longer distances, to participate more fully in the life of the mansion. Through it all, Erik remained her constant companion, his support unwavering. One evening, as they sat together on a