Kalilah’s POV
“The Blind Wolf graces me with her presence,” Mara teased as I stepped into the tent.
I sent her a withered look through the cloth wrapped around my head. “Really?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes beneath the cloth, but a ghost of a smile did appear on my face.
It was crazy that I was here, standing here with Mara and experiencing a sense of happiness.
A year had passed since I fled Portland after losing my brother and nearly dying. There were nights when I would wake up and my wolf had taken over, dragging me out of bed and trying to drag me back to Portland, kicking and screaming.
I understand the urge to go back there. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of Damon and how he was faring. He was likely still searching for me, refusing to leave m
