The pack meeting the next morning felt heavier than any fight. No shouting, no growls—just that tight, heavy silence that made the air hard to breathe.
I sat at the head of the long wooden table, the grain under my fingers suddenly more interesting than the faces staring back at me. Kai sat on my right, shoulders square, jaw set. Marie on my left, her hands folded so tight her knuckles were white.
Sarah was halfway down the table, head low. I could feel the tension around her—like she was sitting inside an invisible fence no one wanted to cross.
Rebecca spoke first, her voice tight. “So… let me get this straight. Sarah’s memories have been tampered with. She doesn’t know who she really is or why she’s here. And we’re… what? Just supposed to pretend everything’s fine?”
“No one’s pretend
