Lucas walked in followed by Florence,
the pack’s seer, her quiet presence carrying the kind of calm that always made me feel like she saw more than she let on. She dipped her head in a small bow and stood beside Lucas, her hands folded, waiting without a word. I glanced at Katrina, her eyes still red and watery, her mouth half-open like she was about to speak. My mind was a mess, torn between forcing her to explain what happened before I blacked out and getting answers from the seer first. Katrina owed me the truth about that day, about us being too close, about me calling her Ashley. But Florence might be the key to understanding why I was losing days, why my head felt like it was splitting apart. After a second of wrestling with it, I decided to deal with the seer first. Whatever was wr
