-Wylder-
“Hey, what in the world are you doing?” Zeke poked his head into my uncle’s old room, where I was rifling through everything, tossing items to the ground in frustration.
I was becoming increasingly desperate for answers. The more I searched, the more anxious I became. I hadn’t seen Helena in days. I hadn’t even left this room. I just wanted to figure out this puzzle.
Had Killian killed my uncle or not? And if not him, then who? Did his parents kill mine? And who exactly was Helena’s family? My uncle never provided their name or the name of their pack. He rarely spoke about them in his journals. Why did he have to be so cryptic? Why couldn’t he just give me some answers, for Goddess’s sake?
“I’m searching,” I replied, exasperated.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Zeke lookin
