Chapter 7

The next three days felt like an eternity, every second dragging by as if I were being scorched in boiling oil. I forced myself to remain calm, playing the role of the obedient and harmless “Madame Leah,” but inside, turmoil churned incessantly. Quietly, I packed a small bag with simple clothes and a little cash, hiding it in a place no one would notice. Finally, the full moon night arrived. An unusual restlessness filled the air of the Old Keep. I could sense it. Many of the werewolf servants...