Brooke’s POV
I stood there, my left hand in Hecate’s and my right hand in Alexanders’. I started to feel something like when Mom, Dad and my brothers had seen my past. Starting to feel a little lightheaded, I closed my eyes and allowed Hecate to show me what she and Selene felt was missing. I felt the familiar feeling of it being like a slideshow or a picture book, flipping back through time to get to the point she wanted to start at. Finally, the flipping stops and I’m standing there in a bedroom. It isn’t one I recognize, but what I do recognize is a younger version of Alexander. He is sitting on the bed in this room, which I have determined must have been his.
Though his face is very stoic, nearly unreadable, I can feel his emotions emanating off of him. He is deeply depressed, lost,
