Chapter Forty-Six
The next morning arrived far too quickly. Rowan knew this because she had barely slept. Not because she couldn't. Because every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts inevitably wandered back to the lake. Which was a problem. A very serious problem. One she was actively choosing not to think about. Across the room, Evelyn was already getting dressed. Neither of them had talked much after the conversation about Connor. There hadn't really been anything left to say. Eventually they'd gone to bed. Eventually. "Ready?" Evelyn asked. "No." Evelyn nodded. "Same." Five minutes later they were making their way toward the dining hall. The familiar sounds of breakfast drifted through the open doors. Conversations. Laughter. Dishes clattering. The normal sounds of pack life. For
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