Samantha sat in silence, her back pressed against the coarse wool blanket tucked beneath her. Her heart thudded in her chest, each beat reminding her that she was still alive even if she wasn’t sure who she was anymore. The women in the room had grown quiet, watching her with eyes that had seen too much, too often.
Their questions kept swirling.
“What is your name?”
“Where are you from?”
But her mind was spinning lost somewhere between the shadows of Black Ridge Park and the violent, primal awakening of her wolf. Every breath reminded her that nothing was as it used to be. She wasn’t the same girl who once chased butterflies through fallen leaves with her elder brother, or the girl who cried into Alex’s chest after the first signs of change appeared. That girl was gone, buried beneath
