Chapter 78

Author's POV

After breakfast, Gwen has spent the rest of the day in a deep thick cloud of moodiness that could be cut with a knife. She was enveloped and wrapped in it, replacing her usual cheerful self with an unsettling, deep eerie silence and feelings that left everyone in the house on edge.

She was so unusual as she moved around the pack house like a ghost whose eyes were distant, unfocused, and lost. Her attitude was noticed by all, her maids worried for her sake, exchanging glances behind her back.

The once reachable Lady who would engage with them in her usual chattering attitude with a warm smile and kind words was the one they couldn't reach out to as they couldn't get to her. She seemed to have locked them away and left herself in her own troubled thoughts.

They had tried approaching her and conversing like they normally do, they had questions and suggestions but what did Gwen do? She snapped at them in an uncharacteristic sharp tone.

“Can't you read the room? Leave me