FAYE
Helen had insisted we go into the bedroom for some privacy. Once we were seated, I shifted nervously in my seat as Helen’s gaze pinned me...intense. “Faye,” she said softly, “tell me exactly how you’ve been feeling. Every little thing.”
I hesitated, unsure how to start. Words seemed inadequate, but I forced them out. “It’s… like something’s missing. I can’t feel… myself. My wolf… she’s gone. I try to reach her, but it’s like grasping at smoke. Everything feels hollow. I don’t know how best to explain it.”
Helen’s eyes softened, but they were searching too, as if trying to see into the depths of me. I shifted again under her scrutiny, feeling awkward, exposed. But I knew she only wanted to help. Her hands moved lightly to my palms, reading them gently, and I found myself watching he
