Rosemary
Ethan led me outside to a car, and we drove silently for about 20 minutes. The weight of everything hung heavy between us, the quiet making space for my thoughts to wander. Beyond the lake and away from the pack’s houses, the oracle’s home sat like an island, isolated from the rest of the world. As we walked toward the door, it swung open as though Amber had expected us. She stood there, her expression calm, holding the door for us to enter.
The living room was modest but inviting, with a strange air of ancient wisdom hanging in the corners. I sat down on one sofa, feeling the unease settling deep in my bones, while Ethan stood behind me, ever the protector.
“It’s about time we all spoke together,” Amber said, her voice steady, her gaze shifting between Ethan and me. Ethan gav
