Slater
The world had gone quiet without Charis.
And I never did well with quiet. It left too much room for guilt, too much space for my wolf to whisper things I couldn't bear to hear. Rhett had chosen to bury himself in the ache of loss, fighting his illness and drowning in grief.
Kael? He had become a ghost. The last time I saw him was on the last day of school. Since then, he hadn't bothered to reach out to anyone.
Despite everything, I couldn't sit still. Somehow, Charis's death was too good to be true. Something didn't add up. The same feeling I'd felt when my sister Riley had gone missing was the same way I felt when I saw a body that looked exactly like hers turn up after one month.
There was a butterfly mark at the heel of Charis's left foot. It wasn't there when they brought her. Plus, the body that lay on the examiner's table had been a boy. Not the false identity that Charis had created, but a boy complete with male organs.
So, Charis was still alive.
