The rest of the dinner party is uneventful. The guests do their best to try to engage me in conversation, but I keep to myself as much as possible. I'm worried that I might say something that reveals the secrets I'm holding inside.
I'm also worried that I might slip and just lose it. If my emotions were ever going to come back to the surface, I'm sure it would be tonight. I'm on edge, more than I can remember ever being.
I'm barely able to keep it together around the guests. I'm sure other members of the pack have noticed. But they don't know what to say to me. Nobody does.
After a couple of hours, everyone leaves, and I excuse myself to go upstairs to bed.
Falling asleep is a struggle. I cannot stop thinking about the prophecy.
When I do finally manage to drift off, I dream of the n
