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“That was before I knew you could calm them. This is only going to continue.”

Elize didn’t respond. Victoria looked over at her. “Elize, I think you should consider it.”

Elize looked shocked. “Victoria, you can’t be serious.”

Victoria nodded. “He has a point. You’re needed there.”

Her mouth snapped shut, and I could see her shoulders relax. “Please?” I asked. “You saw how they get, Elize. And I need someone who can calm them. Before anything happens. I don’t want to lose anyone like the others.”

Elize looked between Victoria and me. I could see several emotions cross her face before she sighed. “Fine, but I can change my mind at any time, Troy.”

I nodded because she said yes, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter 8 - Elize

I stared at the bedroom. I still couldn’t believe that I had agreed to move in with Troy. But I couldn’t unsee the wolves running after him. I could see that animalistic look in their eyes as they charged. They were like rabid animals, and the thought of it happening again scared me.

And I was utterly terrified. I was scared Victoria was going to get hurt. I was scared Troy would be injured. I was scared about what could happen to the convent.

I knew deep down that living in my apartment wouldn’t be long. I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“Is there anything you need?” Troy poked his head into my room. He was holding the last box in his arms.

I shook my head. “No, I’ll be fine. You can set that down on the bed.”

He walked into my room. “The bed is new. And if you need extra blankets, I leave them in the hallway closet. Towels are also in there, including any toiletries that you may need.”

I nodded, trying to put some distance between us. Just because I was moving into the house with him didn’t change anything. The rules were the same. We were still just people who were forced together who had nothing in common.

We had agreed that I would take the extra bedroom since there was no way in hell I was sharing a space with him. We took my essentials from my apartment, which hadn’t been that many boxes. I was almost embarrassed by how little I had in my life.

“Thank you for helping me move my stuff.” I looked around the bedroom again. There was a queen-sized bed in thecorner. A big lamp with a desk in the other corner. There was a large walk-in closet and a dresser near the door.

“Well, I figured if I didn’t, you never would.”

He wasn’t wrong. I would drag my feet. I agreed that this was what was best for the convent. The idea of a wolf hurting anyone didn’t sit well in my stomach.

“You can go now,” I said as I pointed toward my door. I wanted to unbox my stuff and relax a little before bed. I didn’t know how I was even going to sleep tonight.

“You sure? I could help you unpack,” he said with a smirk.

“No, I’ve had enough of you for today.” I grabbed the box from him and tossed it onto the bed. I then grabbed him and turned him toward the door, shoving at his back. “I’ve had a long day, and I just want to be left alone. I was to unbox my stuff and try to relax a little before bed.”

I pushed him out, and he turned, giving me a grin. “Well, if you change your mind, I’m down the hall.”

I slammed the door.

I went through my stuff. I hung up my clothes and put some pictures on top of the dresser. I smiled at the photos of me in the convent. I couldn’t help but think about all the fun times I had. They had welcomed me in like I was always meant to be there.

I crawled into bed an hour later, wide awake. I kept wondering if Victoria was staying off her leg. I wondered if Charlie remembered to take his night meds. I chewed on my cheek, feeling my stomach churning. I hated not knowing what was going on.

I tossed and turned all night. I got up feeling the room was too stuffy and threw the windows open. I took in the chillyair and instantly missed my space. I stared into the woods, feeling that I was doing what was right. I knew that this was the best idea, but it still made me uneasy.

I leaned onto the window and took a deep breath of the air. I closed my eyes.

“This is the best option,” I whispered to myself.

I crawled back into bed and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I finally dragged myself out from the sheets a little after six in the morning. I went down the hallway into the small kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I popped the coffee pod in and started it. I leaned onto the counter, rubbing at my eyes as I sighed.