ually filled with rustling of cars and rushing of footsteps, was now wrapped in a quiet lull, as the streetlamps casted a a soft golden halos across the pavement. There Zara

ntrance of the hospital in a basic outfit, as she waited for her ride to come. Few moments later into the awkward position, a ride pulled up before her, the chauffeur stepped out to usher Zara in. A

l hum, as the car wound up in the long driveway to the mansion. After a somewhat endless drive, the mansion was now in a proper view, and Zara stepped out of the car, as

e here but we were instructed by him." The

d quietly, as she stepped into the vast foyer.

walked behind her, while another staf

ur taste, and just in case you need anything, we would all be at your service."

sn't at ease because it all felt like a charade. It felt like they were under so much duress, that it affected the effectiveness

er home or something. It is so out

be happy, having his fiance bac

en in, and even surrounding by statue-like humans who claim to be the staffs. Everything seemed strange, but she didn't know w

dimly lit grand hallway was laced with sconces which gave off a moody kind of glow, but that alone wasn't enough to ease the tight feeling that coiled up in her chest. It had been barely five minutes she got here and the air was already unbe

any mark, but something striking seemed to have pulled her towards it. Maybe curiosity, maybe her instinct

pen. Stepping inside, the air seemed intently different, thick and heavy, even more darker than

y furniture, and a massive bed in the center, cloaked with a charcoal silk sheet. O a farther side of the room, were two big closed doors besides each other, and a m

close to what she thought she knew about Micheal. The room, full of secrets, carried a cold and dominant aura, almost like her presence wasn't welcomed there. A chill feeling crawled under her skin sending an

e should enter, and she let her spirit lead as she arrived at one of the doors. Instantly, she turned the doorknob, making the door to creak open, revealing a small dimly lit study room. The study room smelled of old paper and wood polish, as a warm light was filtered through a single antique lamp that was placed carefully on the table, the silence inside was weightier than that of the bedroom. The desk, filled with clustered stacks of books and papers, layered in a chaotic way, some rumpled while others torn at the edge. But that was not what caught her attention in the room. On the

g areally good arist, he had never seen any of her work, no one had ever seen her work, as it was created in moments of solitute

coma, the same one she had just finished painting before her first meeting with Deen. This same painting ad haunted her all through her time in coma and now shes in the real world, it still followed her here. Her curled figure resting peacefully against a powerful wolf alpha wolf. Her pulse began to thunder in her ears, as the room

le some were too crumbled to read, some had her name smeared on it but attached with special symbols she had never seen before. Zara, flooded in shock, staggered back, as she held her hands tightly to herself, with more than