Marybeth
I wasn't sleeping enough. I knew it. My father knew it. Even Eli knew it. The problem was that every time I closed my eyes, my mind started assembling pieces. Tiny pieces. Annoying pieces. Pieces that didn't fit together properly.
Yet refused to leave me alone. Lucian, the alpha of Crescent Moon. Seraphina. The attacks. The scents. The restricted meeting. Every time I convinced myself I was imagining connections, something new appeared.
Never enough to prove anything. Always enough to keep me wondering. And lately, wondering had become a full-time job. I sat alone in the Calloway operations office long after everyone else had gone home. Maps covered the table.
Attack reports formed uneven stacks around me. Three empty coffee cups sat beside my notebook. Evidence of poor lif
