NORA
I couldn’t sleep.
Even after Logan left, even after I pretended to rest, my thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning.
The letter. The handwriting. The name none of us recognized.
It all haunted me. But it wasn’t just the letter, it was the look in Logan’s eyes when he told me he wanted to believe it. That this could all be bigger than Sylvester. That maybe someone else was pulling the strings.
But I knew better.
I had seen what real evil looked like. I had lived through it. Been humiliated by it. Banished because of it.
Still… that name.
It gnawed at me.
Maybe it was real.
Maybe we were being played from both ends.
I couldn’t sit around waiting anymore.
So while Logan was gone off to see the mountain witch, I slipped out of the packhouse quietly, with my hood drawn up and my scent
