Chloe’s pov
I kept my chin up and my head high as I walked down the stone corridor of the residential wing.
The heavy travel bag felt weightless on my shoulder, filled only with a change of clothes, Lisa's letter, and my silver shears. The silence in the manor was deep, broken only by the distant rustle of the wind against the high arched windows.
I was three doors down from the grand staircase when a shadow stepped out from the side parlor, blocking my path.
Megan stood in the center of the hallway, her silver goblet held loosely in her hand, her lips curved into a smug, malicious sneer.
"Well, well," Megan chimed in, her sharp voice echoing against the stone walls. "Look who's sneaking around in the dark. Planning your pathetic little escape, wolfless?"
I stopped two feet away from
