MEADOW’S POV.
I stood in the middle of my room long after Dorothy’s projection had disappeared.
My mind kept replaying everything Dorothy said.
Black Hollow Pack.
Antioch Beorn.
Hawthorne bloodline.
None of it made sense. It sounded like pieces of a story I had never been told before, but somehow I was already part of it.
I began to pace slowly across the room. My steps were light, but my thoughts were loud. Every time I tried to understand one thing, something else confused me even more.
Penny was restless inside my mind.
“This is dangerous,” she said sharply. “You heard her. We are not safe.”
“I heard,” I whispered under my breath.
“Then why are you standing there like nothing is happening?” she snapped.
I stopped walking and pressed my fingers against my forehead.
“Because
