ELISA'S POV.
The pack house slept around me, but my mind wouldn’t rest.
Festus’s words from kept looping in my head even now, his quiet voice naming me reincarnated, chosen, marked. The faces in those old photographs swam before my eyes every time I blinked. Women from centuries apart, yet each one my mirror.
All day, I haven't been able to get my mind off of it, and tonight was no different.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to disappear and be done with it.
I padded down the dark hallway, completely confused about what to do and how to move forward. My whole life felt like a mess.
I hugged my arms around myself, trying to hold in the strange energy that had been humming in my blood since I left Festus’s house.
“Why me?” I asked the empty air. “Why over and over? What
