Sleep did not visit my eyes no matter how hard I tried. I kept turning on the bed, my mind going back again and again to the sharp blade hidden under my pillow. That knife was meant for the most powerful alpha in this place.
Just thinking about it made my chest feel tight. What I was planning to do was dangerous. If anything went wrong tonight, I would not live to see tomorrow.
I swallowed hard and turned on my phone screen. The light hurt my eyes in the dark room. It was almost midnight, yet the professor had not returned from wherever he went.
A thought slipped into my mind and refused to leave. What if Azrael already knew what I planned to do? What if he had sensed it somehow and decided not to come back to the cabin tonight?
Maybe he was even thinking of a way to end my miserable life first.
My hands began to shake, so I pressed them between my laps, trying to stop the trembling. All I could do now was wait and face whatever was coming for me.
