CHAPTER 82: LONG DAYS

SELENA'S POV:

My room is a cell to say the least. Maybe not as bad as an actual cell but it is plain, tiny, nothing but an old, spindly looking bed in the corner and a cheap, pine desk.

Tristan has never come to my quarters since he casted me out of his sight and into the worst wing in the house. I consider it a blessing really.

The solitude of my room, though stark and austere, offered a respite from the poisonous atmosphere that lingered in Tristan's presence. Here, in the confines of these four walls, I found solace in the silence, allowing my thoughts to roam freely.

My stomach growled and I pressed a hand to my abdomen. I was often underfed, surviving on meager scraps of food that I preferred to share with others but since Zander arrived, all that had changed. I ate with him in the grand dining room whenever he was at home and not off defending the pack's territory...

Which is where he had been for the past few days.

I missed him. But not just because of the protection and comfor