The hostel was quiet. Too quiet.
Philipa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body aches feom the training had faded away, thanks to the healing halve, but her mind refused to rest. The fact thet the perfume was slowly down her healing abilities is worrisome, till, she needs to keep on using it.
Every muscle felt relaxed when she moved, yet sleep would not come. Draven had alerted her on a possible attack on her soon, and that unsettled her. The men world is more competitive than she imagined. An attack on her just because she won fair, and square?.
Suddenly, the room felt tensed... Something felt… wrong. She slowly sat up.
The moonlight slipped through the window, casting pale lines across the floor. The curtains stirred slightly, even though there was no wind.
Her wolf sti
