37. Full Moon

Callista.

I don’t sleep that night.

I don’t cry either. Although the sadness in my heart, mixed with anger, indignation, and desperation combined is the size of the sun, and just as hot, I don’t cry. My eyes remain dry as I listen to the soft breaths of other maids, nothing pulling the lids of my eyes down and dragging me into a slumber.

How can I sleep, when I know this is the last night I will be spending here?

In the perfect world, I would be sleeping by Theon’s side, bearing his mark on my neck, the voice of my wolf in my head, secure in the knowledge that I’d finally found the one place in the world where I belonged. But the reality is far from that, and I couldn’t dwell on what would’ve been, not when I wanted to keep sane.

But oh, how I wish for that dream to soothe the hurt in my very soul.

In the morning bells sound, rousing the staff of the castle.

Helen lets me know that I’ve been punished for my ‘insubordination’ from last night with two more months in community service. S