SWINDON, MARCH 19th, 1872
The wolf doesn’t visit my dreams for the next couple of nights. But I don’t see Ezra anywhere either. I am under my aunt’s supervision at all times, even during my classes. She never leaves my side, which leaves me frustrated.
I am not even able to visit Felicity in kitchen. Aunt Mora keeps me company even in the evening, which is something that she rarely does. I am starting to get a bit worried that she might be suspecting that I am misbehaving when she is gone.
Felicity would tell me that this is one of my pointless speculations again, but I can feel that my aunt is onto something. I can see it in her eyes each time our gazes meet. It feels as if she is searching my soul. And I am trying my best not to give away too much.
On the third day, I
