บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Friendship : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

As I turned away from Enzo and Elena, I could feel their heavy and concerned eyes on me. Each step I took toward the door seemed to echo. I made my way to the car, my mind a tangled web of thoughts.The ride back to the bed and breakfast was a tense silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional shifting of gears. Enzo drove, his jaw set rigid and his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Elena sat in the back, next to me, her worried gaze flicking between Enzo and me as if she was trying to work out how to fix our relationship that had never started.When we finally reached the bed and breakfast, I didn't wait for anyone. I pushed open the door and practically ran inside. Once inside, I leaned against the wall, my breathing heavy and erratic. The old wooden floor creaked beneath me, the familiar scent of lavender and old books doing little to calm my racing heart.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Okay, Winter, get it together," I muttered under my breath. I p

As we left the club and drove back to the bed and breakfast, I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of dread. I had almost been kidnapped, and now the man who claimed to know my parents was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Where was Lily? I needed her sarcastic quips right now to mask the terror creeping into my bones. We finally pulled into the gravel driveway of the cozy bed and breakfast. The golden light spilling from the windows did little to calm my nerves. I put on a brave face, even though every bone in my body wanted to collapse."I don't understand why we just can't stay here," I muttered as we walked up the creaky wooden steps to our room. The comforting smell of old books and lavender filled the air, but it did little to soothe me.Elena followed close behind, her eyes flicking worriedly between Enzo and me. "Winter, you need to rest," she insisted, her voice soft but firm. "A good night's sleep will do you wonders."I shook my head, the events of the night playing on

Elena’s POVEnzo, Jake, and I stood on the back patio of the bed and breakfast. The tension between us was clear, and the air felt thick with unspoken doubts. I turned from Enzo’s steely gaze to Jake's comforting, albeit worried, eyes. We all knew Winter needed her space, but my nerves were frayed with worry."Winter just needs a minute to think," I repeated, my voice trembling slightly as I explained to the two men. Enzo's jaw clenched and unclenched, the muscles in his neck taut with suppressed frustration.A heavy silence hung over us for minutes that felt like hours. Finally, Enzo broke it, his voice low and decisive. "I'm going to talk to her," he announced, pushing himself up from the porch railing.My heart sank as I watched him stride toward the house with purpose. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Jake looked at me with a raised eyebrow, his expression mirroring my own concerns."Give her a bit more time," I whispered, almost to myself, as Enzo disappeared in

**Winter's POV** As the first light of dawn peeked through the trees, I felt the weight of my worries pressing harder down on me. After hours of walking with no real destination in mind, my legs ached, and my thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and hope. I found a fallen log and sat down, rubbing the soreness out of my calves. The forest around me was waking up; birds chirped, and the scent of dew-soaked earth was comforting, almost distracting me from the monumental task ahead. Almost. A shiver ran down my spine as I looked around, realising I was close to the place that connects the human world to the witch world. It was a boundary rarely acknowledged, an invisible line that promised both danger and possibility. My pulse quickened, the conflicting emotions of dread and resolve battling for dominance in my mind. I didn't know if I should go there. Witches wouldn't take kindly to a werewolf crossing into their domain, especially an uninvited one. But then I remembered Lily's words

**Winter's POV**The journey back to my home took longer than I remembered. Perhaps it was the trepidation, the weight of impending confrontation, that slowed my steps. As I approached the dense forest that surrounded my parents' mansion, my heart began to race, each beat louder than the last. I could see it now, the familiar ivy-covered walls, the tower where I used to watch the sunsets. Home had never felt so foreign, so unwelcoming.Pausing at the tree line, I took in the sight before me. The house was just as imposing as ever, its grandeur marred by the shadows of my memories. I forced a deep, steadying breath into my lungs. Sneaking in and out wouldn’t be a problem—I had done it countless times before. The challenge was finding the Book of the Moon, an artefact I had never seen and wasn’t even sure existed.Determination fuelled my steps as I crept through the underbrush, making my way to the side of the mansion. Climbing the trellis to my bedroom window felt like second nature,