NovelPdfChapter 0664 But amidst the joy, I felt a need for solitude, a longing for a quiet moment all to myself. The mention of Tiffany kept swirling around in my mind, and I longed to talk to her.
One crisp morning, I decided to take a walk, seeking the solace of the outdoors. Enzo was off with the rest of the pack doing spatrols, and my mother and Tyler were still fast asleep. I slipped out of the house before they awoke, leaving a note that I would be back soon as a last thought.
I took the car to town, where I stopped in the local cafe for stea-the doctor had banned coffee for the remainder of the pregnancy, which was a bit depressing.
A little while later, I found myself wandering towards the campus. The air was warm, but not too warm, the perfect early summer morning. My feet carriedall of their own accord, though, and it wasn't long before I realized exactly where I was headed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was headed to the place where Tiffany's memorial was placed.
We had never found her body. Whatever the Crescents had done with it, I didn't want to imagine it. So, after weeks of searching the area to no avail, we had decided to place a memorial in the woods near where she had died. The dean had held a gathering there for the beloved school doctor, and now there was a little bench next to the spot, a place where people could cto reflect.
I took in a shaky breath as I approached. Admittedly, I didn't chere often; it wasn't easy to bring myself to visit this place. But my wolf stirred as I walked up to the bench, and I knew that she had pulledhere without even realizing it.
Maybe I needed to talk to Tiffany. Maybe she was lonely.
I sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying the sounds of nature as I sipped my tea. But the longer I sat there, the more the air seemed to shift; it felt as though I wasn't alone anymore. Not as if I was being watched, but rather... as if I had a little company.
If I closed my eyes, I could picture her sitting right beside me, listening intently. And it was as I sat there, with my eyes closed, that the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Tiffany, I miss you so much," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wish you were here, to see all that's happening." I waited for an answer, but of course there was none. There would never be an answer. I couldn't figure out if that was comforting or if it just made things worse.
When I finally opened my eyes and wiped my misty tears away, I looked up and noticed a little orange bird perched on a nearby branch. It was just an ordinary bird, yet something about it felt different.
It didn't fly away as I stared at it, its eyes watchingwith an intensity that seemed...
Unnatural.
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A suspicion crept into my mind, that perhaps this was why didn't feen alone; this was my father's spy. It had Π.
to be -I could sense it.
Feeling anger fuel my movements, I set my tea down with a slam and jumped to my feet. Xstormed over to the low branch where it sat, reaching out for it. It fluttered and squawked angrily, but I was too quick. "Got you, you little shit," I hissed through bared teeth.
But then, as my hand closed around the bird, something happened, there was a sudden flurry of movement, a whirl of feathers and then... it shifted. Before my eyes, the bird transformed, its form morphing and expanding until a young woman stood in front of me.
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