Chapter 85

• The meal sat untouched in front of me. Before I could dive into it with my mouth scalping the food from the bowel but today my mind still reels. The dream. My mother. And kelvin.
• My stomach churned with hunger, but I couldn’t shake the haunting images of the dream that still lingered in my mind. I wasn’t sure what had been worse—the overwhelming sense of helplessness, or the relentless fire that had consumed me and everyone I loved right before me.
• My wolf, the one I had fought so long to connect with, had failed me as always. It felt like I was drowning in guilt, unable to find air then.