Chloe’s pov
I didn't sleep.
I sat at the small writing desk in Nash's room instead, a candle burning low beside me, the wax pooling thick around its base while I stared at a blank sheet of paper for longer than I wanted to admit, and wrote to Lisa before the shaking in my hands had even fully stopped.
I need to understand what I saw tonight, I wrote, crossing out three different openings before I was satisfied with this one, my pen scratching too hard against the parchment in places.
Not because I'm afraid of him. Because I'm not, and that frightens me more than the wolf did.
I told her enough to ask the right questions without betraying anything Nash hadn't chosen to share with himself, the full moon, the frenzy, the family closing ranks around a truth they clearly carried like a w
