Angel's POV
The silence was suffocating.
I sat on the edge of the bed, freshly bathed and dressed in one of the nightgowns that had been provided, staring at the door like it might suddenly unlock itself and set me free.
But it remained stubbornly closed.
Locked.
Keeping me trapped in this beautiful prison.
The room felt like it was closing in on me with each passing minute. The walls seemed to press closer, the ceiling lower, the air thicker.
If Lyra were here, it would be different. She'd be chattering about something - the castle's grandeur, her thoughts on one of the handsome lords, her plans for the future. Her voice would fill the silence, make the space feel less empty.
But she was gone.
And I was alone with my thoughts.
When will they let me out?
Will the Alpha keep his promise to reject the bond?
Where's Uriel? What's he doing right now?
What happened to Lyra? Did the induction go well? Will I see her again?
