Chapter 82

• Isla's POV
• The days in Stone Pack drifted by in a haze of uncertainty. Stefan was always there, supporting me, taking care of me, and ensuring I was adjusting well. His presence had somehow become my only constant in this strange, unfamiliar life. He spoke with warmth and ease, recounting tales of our supposed shared childhood, filling the void left by my missing memories, and giving a sense of familiarity.
• Stefan often spoke of our similarities, emphasizing that, like him, I was an orphan. He often reminded me that we were the only support systems for each other. His words were meant to comfort me, yet they left me with an unsettling emptiness.