Rhea
The words in front of me blur for a second, and I blink rapidly, trying to refocus. Did I just read that right? The crescent-shaped tattoo. It’s been mentioned twice now—once by Freya in her journal and once by the little girl who witnessed something she shouldn’t have. The same tattoo. It feels like my mind is playing tricks on me, but deep down, I know better.
Oh goddess.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. Could it really be the same person? Could the man Freya wrote about—the one she couldn’t fully describe but left enough clues about—be the same man the little girl saw? And if that’s true, it means he’s not only still here, in the pack, but he’s still working against Daciano.
I slam the journal shut and press my palms against my forehead, trying to make sense of
