Miles's POV
She stared at the diary like it might burn her. Her fingers were twitching at her side, and her shoulders stiffened. Still trembling slightly from whatever she'd just gone through. The wolf girl looked like a ghost, half-formed, half-broken, hanging on by threads and instinct.
Perfect timing.
I offered the book with both hands, polite and respectful. Not forcing it. Just… presenting it. A gift.
"You should read it," I said softly. "There's more in there than you realize."
Zara didn't move, not at first, but her eyes were locked on the diary. Pale and wide. Like it might bite. Or tell the truth, she wasn't ready for.
Then, slowly, she stepped forward and took it from me. Her hands brushed mine. Cold.
"I thought this was lost," she whispered.
"It was," I
