THALIA
Marina’s hands curled into fists, agitated by my sudden interrogation. “I’m not guilty. I’m calling you out for making things up and insulting our pack doctors and healers.”
“I’m not making things up.” I answered calmly, “I’m a nurse by profession and have been assisting pack healers since I was a child. My birth pack holds old entries from a powerful witch’s journal. It's where I’ve read about those patterns on your father’s arm. I’m certain it’s what got him.”
I finally glanced at their father. I genuinely thought he would be scared or show any ounce of worry, but just like earlier, he was extremely calm. He had the eyes of someone who had accepted his fate without an ounce of fear. He’s ready to die, and seemed like he had totally accepted that one of his children possibly t
