I haven’t heard a single word from her since. Two years of silence. Two years of wondering if she was safe.
She’ll turn eighteen in a month. And she’s coming back.
Goddess help me, I don’t know if I can face her. Not after everything.
The school sat at the edge of the pack’s main territory, a squat building of stone and brick. It had been half-collapsed, roof shattered, windows blown out during the battle. When I reached it, Antonio was already there with a handful of others, their arms straining as they lifted beams into place.
He spotted me and waved me over.
“About damn time,” he said, sweat dripping down his temple. His arms bulged as he shoved a support post upright. “We need your strength here. You can brood later.”
I grunted. “I wasn’t brooding.”
“You always brood.” His grin
