Chapter 107

Aisha's POV "Why didn't you reach out to me?" It wasn't really a question. It came out like a punch, raw and sharp, tearing through the whirlwind in my chest. Lisa stood in front of me, alive. In one piece. No bruises, no blood, no visible scars. She wore one of Simon's oversized shirts, arms crossed like a shield. Her usual fire, the reckless, impulsive glint that made her Lisa was gone. In its place: something dull. Guarded. And still, something about her felt… off. Simon had insisted she be brought straight to his pack house. "You're too close to think straight," he told me earlier, and I hated that he might be right. If I'd been the one to go after her, I would've lost control the second I saw her. Might've shaken the truth out of her myself. But now that she was here, just a few feet away from me, every instinct I had screamed that she was lying. Lisa's voice broke the silence, low and unconvincing. "Because I couldn't. I didn't even know where I was." She said it like she was reh