“Hey, what are you reading?” Cecilia sat next to me, looking over my shoulder.
“A book on tactical formations for war.”
The blood in my veins froze, but my heart was beating against my chest. Information? About my pack?
“Are you sure?” I whispered, almost dropping the last bit of sandwich I was holding onto. She nodded solemnly. “About my pack?” She nodded again. My mouth was so dry, I swallowed hard. It felt like I was trying to swallow a rock too big for my throat.
“Well, most of them didn’t die in the fire.” Her words echoed in my ears, sounding very far away. They didn’t die in the fire?
“So it was the attack?” I whispered, tears starting to well in my eyes. She nodded.
“We’re still looking into who did it, but we know the cause now.” She gave me a sympathetic look.
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