Chapter 217 Nightmares

Sleep did not come easily.

Darkness swallowed me whole, thick and suffocating. Shadows moved within it, shifting and writhing, until they took shape.

Werewolves appeared, their eyes gleaming, sharp and merciless. They towered over me, circling like predators, their laughter low and menacing.

I tried to move, to fight, to run—but my limbs felt like lead.

Suddenly, the scene twisted; I was no longer