Chapter 38 On The Road To Confronting The Past

• The doors of the Blackstone hospital whispered shut behind them, leaving the scent of antiseptic and sage fading in the wind. Jenna stepped into the morning light, Alexander at her side, her fingers still lightly entwined with his.
• The courtyard ahead was still, the kind of stillness that came not from silence—but reverence.
• Two sleek black SUVs waited at the edge of the roundabout, the Pack’s crest gleaming faintly on the doors. Damien stood beside the lead vehicle, speaking quietly with a driver while Mira adjusted the strap of her overnight bag. The wind caught the edges of her long coat, silver embroidery catching the light like moon-thread.