ELISA'S POV.
Festus kept his gaze on the faded paintings for a long moment, as if the faces themselves were speaking to him.
When he finally looked at me, his eyes were heavy with something I couldn’t name.
“There’s more you need to know,” he said quietly. “About the others who came before you.”
My stomach tightened. “The others?”
He nodded. “The other she-wolves Azrien marked. Every one of them… every version of you.”
I went still. I already knew I had lived many lives—always returning without memories, always drawn to the same fate. But hearing it spoken aloud again made the room feel smaller. I don't think I'll ever be comfortable hearing or discussing any of that.
“We already know you’ve lived countless times,” Festus continued. “Each life under a different name, a different fam
