“In the palace,” Cedric tells me. Finn’s wolf crawls into my lap and curls up. His body is trembling. I touch his fur and stroke him. He whimpers but does not shift into his human form.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s been like this ever since he saw you,” Harriet tells me sadly. “He refuses to shift back.”
“Finn.” I touch his nose, his forehead, forcing him to look at me. “Finn, I want to see your face.”
He whimpers again, and Cedric says, “Give him some time. He hasn’t left your side in days.”
“What happened to me?”
Everything is very hazy right now. My memories are in chunks and bits, all over the place. I need somebody to help me piece them together.
“You don’t remember?” Cedric asks cautiously. “Vivian attacked you.”
Vivian.
Her very name sends a shock to my system. And then t
