Megan
As soon as Norton left the room, I could feel the tension settle in the air. My heart was racing, and I glanced anxiously at Cindy, my maid. She stood nearby, her expression mirroring my own fear and worry. I wasn’t the only one affected by everything that had just happened.
Before I could say anything, Lucille turned toward me, her eyes cold and calculating. She always had this way of making me feel small, insignificant, as if my humanity was a curse I couldn’t escape.
“It must hurt, being slapped by a werewolf,” Lucille said, her voice sharp. “Especially since you’re just a mere human. Powerless and weak.”
Her words stung, but I couldn’t show that. I looked down at my hands, avoiding her gaze, and mumbled, “It’s okay.”
Lucille arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with my
