#Chapter 62: They’re Bound

The next few days, I mostly spend pacing back and forth in my room, worrying about my pack while healing from the rest of my injuries. Bethany works on the sewing machine as she watches me. She’s made it a habit of personalizing my dresses when she has no other work duties to attend to. I’m happy for it. Many of my standard dresses now have a unique flair. It makes me feel special in a way I haven’t since I was a kid before my disgrace, when my parents still cared about me and my appearance, in how good I could make the pack look as its Luna. That was before I was condemned to the attic, when my wardrobe was lessened to servants’ handoffs. I should sit still. To fully heal, I need to relax. But I can’t calm down when my pack is in danger. Something could be happening to Samuel. I will never know peace again until I know he is safe. Around midday one afternoon, Caleb enters my rooms unannounced. He ignores Bethany entirely at her sewing machine and walks straight to me. “Y