Calvin’s POV
I couldn’t sit still any longer.
I needed answers.
Everything I had believed for the past year and half was beginning to crumble before my eyes. The certainty I had clung to, the anger that had driven me—it was all slipping through my fingers, replaced with a single, gnawing question:
What if Sherelle was alive?
The thought had taken root in my mind and refused to let go. It made too much sense now. The missing body. The disappearing guard. The lack of any real proof beyond circumstantial evidence.
Fenrir stirred restlessly in the back of my mind, pacing. "You know what we have to do."
I exhaled sharply, already knowing what he was going to say. "Go back to the witch."
"It’s the only way," Fenrir said. "She gave you answers once. She might have more now."
He was right
