Chapter 118

Dimitri was back. And with his return, my world became much smaller. Every move I made was under his watchful eye. If I left my room, he ensured it was for a task within the pack house or somewhere close. Training was out of the question—he had explicitly forbidden it, stating that I needed to rest and prepare for the upcoming gathering. But I knew better. He didn’t want anyone seeing what I was capable of. He didn’t want me to strengthen myself, to draw attention, to become something more than the obedient wolf he was trying to mold me into. Even Yvonne was gone. Dimitri hadn’t risked keeping a witch in the pack, not when so many outsiders would soon be arriving. I had no idea where she had gone, and that uncertainty sat like a stone in my gut. Everything was moving too fast. At night, I was haunted by nightmares—visions of blood, screams that faded into darkness, and the feeling of being trapped. I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my chest. Something was comi