Lilith POV
Lilith stood at the window of her bedroom and stared out at the forest that stretched endlessly beyond the estate grounds, her fingers pressed against the cool glass.
Five days since the pack meeting. Five days since she had stood in front of hundreds of wolves and felt their fear directed at her like a physical thing. Five days of feeling like she was suffocating under the weight of everything she did not understand.
She needed to get out.
Needed space to breathe and think without three sets of eyes watching her every move, without two bonds humming constantly beneath her skin demanding her attention.
She needed to see her mother.
Lilith turned from the window and grabbed her jacket, pulling it on over the simple dress she wore. The marks on her throat were visible, she had stopped trying to hide them days ago, and when she caught sight of herself in the mirror she barely recognized the woman staring back.
