#Chapter 147 Freedom!

Emily I can feel the walls closing in. Every step I take in this house echoes like a reminder: I’m not free. I’m not trusted. I’m not safe—not from danger, but from the people who claim to love me. Logan says he’s protecting me, but it doesn’t feel like protection. It feels like a cage. We’ve been back in the city for a week now and already the house doesn’t feel like mine anymore. There are two Delta wolves stationed outside at all times, rotating in shifts like I’m some high-risk prisoner they’re guarding. They're not even trying to hide it. One of them stands near the front door, the other circles the backyard like he’s waiting for me to run. Maybe I am. Maybe I will. What’s that saying about trapped animals? It will chew its own leg off if it means that it will be freed from the trap? The resentment is a slow boil in my chest. I can’t stop replaying Logan’s words from before—I forbid you. I’m locking you in. To keep you safe. That’s not what love feels like. That’s not