Chapter Forty-Three
Trina’s POV
My pulse races and time seems to slow down remarkably as the door opens, the creaking sound that I did not hear the first time suddenly sounding loud enough to wake the whole pack. I turn in the direction of the sound, reading to feign innocence or fight, depending on who steps through. I already have the excuse thrummed in my head. Adding sleepwalking to my amnesia isn’t such a bad thing. Anne might not buy it, not because my story isn’t tight enough, but because she sees me as a threat. However, I am certain it can’t be Anne. She doesn’t wander the hallways.
My certainty slaps me in the face when Anne appears, her sharp features illuminated by the dim moonlight streaming through the window. Even at this moment, I have to acknowledge how pretty she is, a
