65 Before the Storm

Emilia's POV

Tonight, sleep eludes me.

I lie on the bed, wrapping myself tightly in the blanket, eyes closed, scenes from the day repeating in my mind.

"Since they're all werewolves, let them solve their problems in the werewolf way, let them duel," Klaus's voice always had that magnetic quality, but the implications made me shudder.

Why? He knows full well I can't shift, I'm an incomplete werewolf, yet he wants me to fight, to earn the king's favor.

Werewolf fights are brutal, and I have no confidence in myself.

Why? I thought Klaus wouldn't treat me like this. Could it be that everything I experienced with Klaus was fake? Does he still hate me?

Klaus... I keep calling out that name in my heart, hoping to get help from him, but my reason tells me it's him who has led me to my current predicament. My heart is torn, invisible pain wrapping around my limbs, weak tears sliding down my face, soaking the pillow.