“But even then,” Lori continued, “they kept going. Sending letters to other packs… making inquiries… trying to track you down.”
A cold shiver ran down Iva’s spine.
Her fingers curled slightly.
“Probably because they lost their bargaining chip…” she said tensely, her voice low.
Lori hesitated.
“…I don’t know,” she admitted softly.
Then—
She shifted slightly.
“There’s something else, and after everything I am not sure you want to hear about him,” she added.
Iva looked at her, wary now.
“What…?”
Lori studied her for a moment before speaking.
“Nick.”
The name alone made something inside Iva twist painfully.
“What about him…?” she asked quietly.
Lori exhaled slowly.
“After you left… he was a mess.”
Iva frowned slightly, confusion flickering across her face.
“A mess…?” she repe
