Synthia’s POV
After Celine left, I stood rooted in my spot for a few moments. I closed my eyes and the scenes from Celine’s memory flashed through my mind again. Everything was a jumbled mess in my mind right now, and I needed more time to process all the information.
I was so tired and just wanted to go home already. And I startled as I realised that by home I meant the house I shared with my friends and not the pack house in the Blackwood pack. I didn’t know when but sometime during the past month; I had come to think of it as my home…
With a tired sigh, I turned back towards my companions who were still standing there in a daze.
“Guys…,” I called out.
None of them seemed to hear me as they continued to stare in the direction Celine had left.
“Guys!” I called again exasperatedly,
