FAYE
By the time I stepped out of the library, my thoughts were tangled beyond comfort.
The quiet I’d left behind clung to me... thick with dust, ink, and ancient cruelty. Anna’s theory moved through my mind in slow, deliberate circles.
Memory severance.
Ritual exile.
A wolf cut away from himself so completely that he would never find his way home.
It sounded barbaric.
It sounded deliberate.
And worst of all… it sounded possible.
I walked down the stone steps toward the parking area, barely noticing the late afternoon sun stretching across the pavement. Roman’s face kept rising in my thoughts... the way he looked at the world as if it were something he had been dropped into without instruction.
Empty.
If someone had truly done that to him—
I cut the thought short.
I reached my
