(Nisha)
Cameron took me gently by the wrist, and a warmth shot through my anxiety. I grabbed the ring from the slab of stone. It felt cold against the warmth inside me.
He led me out, and I couldn’t look anywhere but my feet.
“What does this mean?” he asked, and I met his eyes.
“That Laurel is Llana somehow.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I don't know exactly what it means.” Besides, everything I knew to be true crumbled beneath me with no explanation besides that everything felt wrong.
“Was Laurel, Llana-”
“Can we call her Laurel?” My voice sounded distant and meek.
“Laurel,” he agreed, “you said she had no memory of anything before she awoke?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s a question of motives.” He looked away before turning back to me. “We can change others into wolves; vam
