Chapter 13

The news came as a shock to me, leaving a cold, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Five years ago, in that fateful accident, my wolf had been gravely injured and had fallen into a deep, unshakable slumber. I had spent years grieving the loss of a part of myself—my soul, my other half—who would have helped me in so many ways even today. It was hard for me to accept that she might never wake again. But now, with Evelyn's sudden return, another disturbing truth had surfaced—her wolf was injured too. How was that possible? Why was everything getting so confusing? What detail was I missing from five years ago? I was certain I hadn't been involved in any way, but things were getting hazy now. And that wasn't all. The mark that had mysteriously vanished from my body had reappeared—on hers. Coincidence? No. This was too precise, too calculated, and all of this started happening when she arrived. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to align, forming a horrifying picture. But before I