The next morning, I wake up to see my cell still wide open. Greyson doesn’t do more than send me a sad smile when I leave.

It is very obvious that I am not in a good mood today but who am I, just a filthy maid, that’s who.

The only thing making me smile today is my wolf.

I can feel her presence in my head but the silver is not completely gone so she’s not fully back.

I am just thankful that she’s alright.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

I blink at the short female in front of me. She huffs and places the sheets in my...