Lila’s P.O.V.
My hands moved over the clay in front of me, smoothing the edges of the small sculpture I was shaping. The cool, damp feel of it beneath my fingertips was grounding, a way to keep my mind focused. The arts center was quiet this morning, the usual hum of activity more muted than usual, which suited me just fine. I needed the stillness, needed to hide.
I hadn’t slept well the night before. My mind had been a whirlwind, too tangled up in what I had seen to let me rest. Skye… shifting into a wolf. It didn’t seem real, but it was real. I had seen it with my own eyes. The man I loved—had trusted with my heart—wasn’t even human. He was something else, something I had never been prepared for.
And now, I didn’t know what to do.
I had come into work early, before the usual crowd of
