(Olivia's POV)
Catherine's diary sat open on the lacquered desk under the soft morning light spilling in from my window. My fingers traced the edges of the pages as my brain struggled to process the events detailed within. My mother had seen these before—seen wolves ruined by black magic and artificial bonds so intricately crafted they mimicked the moon's divine blessing. The words stared back at me like accusations, dredging up every doubt I had tried to bury.
The familiar scent of Sarah and Hazel's approach drew me back to the present. They entered cautiously, their movements as measured as their expressions. I had summoned them, but the weight I felt after reading the diary was difficult to put into words.
"We need to talk," I said plainly, taking my seat and gesturing for them to jo
