Crystal POV
Since I’ve been in the hospital and heard the whispering voice, I have some hope again. Seeing Zanian so vulnerable and broken takes a piece of my heart out every day, but it makes me stronger too.
I know better that anyone nothing lasts, but I just wish we hadn’t fought so much because we could have used that time to get to know one another.
I’m sitting in Zanian’s office going over some of his work and trying to find a pattern.
The packs were not attacked randomly. Every pack, starting with the Blood moon pack, and then every pack around it ending with my old pack. It forms a perfect circle, so whoever is doing this must be in the middle. A place no one knows about, or would suspect that someone is living there. I laid out a grid of the map and got to work.
*did you
