Chapter Seven

I crept down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. Every creak of the wooden steps made me jump, my nerves on edge as I tried to stay quiet. I didn't want to be caught, didn't want to face the wrath of the Lycan king or his minions.

As I made my way down, I couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet the house was. It was as if everyone had disappeared as if I was the only one left in the entire world. The silence was suffocating, and oppressive, and it made me feel even more alone than I already was.

The only thing that I could hear was the distant voices of the maids as they chatted away, probably dis

Every shadow seemed to jump out at me, every creak of the floorboards sending shivers down my spine. I felt like a mouse in a trap, a pawn in some cruel game that I didn't fully understand.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I paused, listening for any signs of movement. But there was nothing, no sound at all except for my breathing. It was as if the whole world had gone still, frozen in time.

I continued to creep through the house, trying to stay as quiet as possible. I didn't want to attract any attention, didn't want to give away my position. But every little noise seemed to echo through the empty halls, making me jump at every turn.

The silence was oppressive, almost palpable, and it made me feel like I was in some kind of haunted house. I half-expected ghosts or monsters to jump out at me from every corner, my heart racing with fear and anticipation.

But despite my terror, I was determined to keep going, to find a way out of this nightmare. I knew that it wouldn't be easy and that I would have to be brave and resourceful if I wanted to escape. But I was ready for whatever lay ahead, confident that I could find a way to freedom.

As I crept through the silent house, my mind racing with thoughts of escape, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. I didn't know what the future held, but I was determined to face it head-on.

But just as I was about to reach the bottom of the stairs, I was startled by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman. She was one of the Lycan's third wives, and I couldn't help but stare at her in shock and awe.

As I stood before the Lycan's third wife, I could feel her piercing gaze raking over me with disgust and contempt. The hatred in her eyes was palpable, almost suffocating in its intensity.

It was as if she could see right through me as if she knew all of my deepest, darkest secrets. I felt exposed and vulnerable under her gaze, like a tiny insect trapped under a magnifying glass.

Every inch of her body seemed to be radiating animosity, from the tense set of her shoulders to the rigid line of her jaw. It was clear that she despised me, that she viewed me as an unwelcome intruder in her world.

And yet, even as I cowered before her, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty. She was like a living work of art, with a regal bearing and an otherworldly grace that seemed to defy description.

But despite her beauty, I knew that I was in grave danger. There was no mistaking the lethal intent in her eyes, the way she seemed to be sizing me up like a predator assessing its prey.

I tried to keep my fear at bay, maintain my composure, and appear as confident as possible. But it was a futile effort. In the face of such unrelenting hostility, I felt like a leaf buffeted by the winds of a hurricane.

All I could do was stand there and wait, my heart pounding in my chest, as the Lycan's third wife continued to glare at me with undisguised loathing.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

For a moment, I was paralyzed with fear. I had no idea how to answer her question, no idea how to explain my presence in this strange and hostile world.

But then, with a surge of courage, I spoke up. "My n…name is Elsa," I stuttered, trying to keep my voice steady. 

It was a lie, of course, but I knew that I had to say something to deflect her suspicions. The woman looked at me skeptically, as if she could see right through my lies.

"You're lying," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "I can smell your fear. You're hiding something from me."

I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized just how perceptive this woman was. She was a Lycan, after all, with heightened senses and incredible powers. She could probably sense my every thought and emotion.

But even as I stood there, trembling with fear, I knew that I couldn't back down. I had to keep up the charade, no matter what.

"I swear, I'm not hiding anything," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The woman stared at me for what felt like an eternity, her eyes boring into mine with searing scrutiny. 

As she continued to stare at me with her cold, steely gaze, I couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope. At least someone was talking to me, even if it was with disdain and disgust.

After being ignored and glared at by the other maids, this interaction felt like a small victory. It was a sign that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to survive in this unfamiliar and hostile world.

But even as I clung to this faint hope, I knew deep down that I was still in grave danger. The Lycan's third wife was a powerful and influential figure in this community, and if she decided that I was a threat, there was little I could do to stop her.

Still, I tried my best to appear calm and composed, even as my heart raced with fear and uncertainty. I knew that any sign of weakness could be interpreted as a sign of vulnerability, and I couldn't afford to let my guard down for even a moment.

My disappointment was palpable as the Lycan's third wife scoffed at me and walked away without another word. I had foolishly allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe, she would be willing to help me or at least speak with me.

But instead, she had treated me with the same disdain and disgust as the other maids. It was clear that in this world, I was an outsider, someone to be feared and shunned.

As I watched her retreating figure, a sense of frustration and despair washed over me. It seemed like no matter what I did, I was constantly hitting a wall. Every attempt to connect with someone or find a way out was met with cold indifference or outright hostility.

I continued to walk slowly down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Even though I knew that the Lycan's third wife was already out of sight, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched or followed. Every creak of the floorboards or rustle of the curtains sent a chill down my spine, making me jump at even the slightest noise.

As I walked, my thoughts began to race, and I couldn't help but wonder what the woman's true intentions were. Was she simply curious about my presence, or was she planning to report me to the Alpha or harm him in any way at all? And if she did, what would happen to me then? I shuddered at the thought, my mind conjuring up all sorts of terrible scenarios.

Suddenly, I found myself rooted to the spot, my feet refusing to move any further. I looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone was watching me, but the hallway was empty. Nevertheless, I felt like I was being suffocated by the heavy silence around me, and the darkness seemed to be closing in on me from all sides.

It was then that I realized just how alone and vulnerable I truly was in this strange new world. I had no allies, no friends, and no one I could trust. Even my memories were a jumbled mess, leaving me with more questions than answers.

As I stood there, frozen in fear, I knew that life had done me dirty by bringing me here. 

But it was too late for lamentations now. I had already been thrown into this journey, and there was no turning back. All I could do was try to survive, no matter what dangers lay ahead.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to continue down the hallway, my footsteps hesitant at first, but gradually growing more confident.