Helena's POV
The corridors of the Wildmane pack house stretch before me in eerie silence. Outside, the dying sun casts strange shadows that dance across the wooden floors, almost like nature itself is telling me to reconsider what I'm about to do. Every footstep echoes my growing determination. My thoughts should be centered on the box and my father, but another face keeps pushing into my consciousness. Sofia. She was the one who handed me that mysterious box, so maybe she holds the answers I desperately need.
Before I can second-guess myself any further, I find myself standing outside Patrick's door.
My fist hovers in the air while I shift nervously from one foot to the other.
'Just knock already,' Aria snaps inside my head.
I can practically feel her hoping that Patrick will take me to bed again, which is exactly why I shove her presence aside. Tonight isn't about pleasure. She snarls as I block her out completely.
