CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Nora’s POV

Sunlight penetrated through the blinds, and I squinted the moment my eyes fluttered open. With a stretch, I sat up in bed. I could no longer feel that pounding pain on my forehead.

"Oh, this sleep is good!” I exclaimed as I stood up. I used the bathroom, washed my face and teeth, and walked back to my room. I wanted to do my facial care, but I remembered Dylan. I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.

I opened the door to leave, and I could hear shouts. I still heard clearly, and I wasn’t mistaken. There was a brawl going on at the front of the house. Werewolves and fights were in an ever-ending love battle. I went downstairs to get breakfast, but as usual, the chef had made it.

“Good morning, everyone.” I turned to the chef and asked, “Why don’t you take a day off?" I said as I took the table mat out while signaling for the maids to leave it. I still felt weird having everything done for me. By the way, I found joy doing these little things.

“Good morning, Nora,” she sm