Dr. Fraiser refused to speak to me about anything until he spoke to Damien about everything. And Harlan drove us all back to the pack house without saying a word.
The doctor sent me to Arden, who was ready with a sketch pad and a pencil. We sat there in her and Elowen's room, which looked a lot like mine but better decorated.
"Let's do this," I said. I couldn't deny I was terrified about what had just happened, but I needed to do this for the pack, for my friends. I understood that sense of responsibility better now.
I started describing the man in detail, and Arden would draw and show me, telling me to make the necessary adjustments. But something was wrong.
The more she advanced on the drawing, the grimmer Arden grew. She started guessing features I didn't mention, and eventually, when she was done, she asked with a trembling voice, "Please tell me this is not him." She begged before she showed me the completed result.
