Chapter 32

Syria’s POV

I rushed straight to my room and slammed the door shut behind me, locking it from the inside.

Later that night, curled up in the corner of my dimly lit room, I reached for the back of my neck where the gland was. It was bound by a silver chain, cold and tight. I ran my fingers slowly across it.

The moonlight poured gently through the window, casting a soft glow on the floor. I caught sight of the wolf-head totem, an old symbol embedded that had been sent to me earlier that day. It