WILLOW'S POV.
Chase and I sat on a fallen log beneath a large tree. I don’t know how long it’s been.
Neither of us spoke. The silence had stretched for so long that it almost felt like its own language. I’d already told him everything that happened in the forest—about Harper, about Beta Magnus—leaving out the part Harper said about someone else wielding me.
For a long while, Chase didn’t react. He just sat there, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on the ground like he was trying to make sense of it all. Then finally, he sighed, a sound so deep it seemed to carry the weight of something bigger than words.
“Now I get why you looked like the world was falling apart,” he said quietly, shaking his head.
I gave a soft, dry chuckle. “That’s just one reason. I’ve got a few more lined up
