Lorraine's POV
I began pacing.
My shoes barely made a sound against the polished stone floor of Astrid Voss's office, but my heart was beating loud enough to drown everything else out. I gripped the file tighter, fingers trembling slightly from the mix of nerves and something else I couldn't name.
On the desk in front of me was a single sheet of paper and a passport-sized photograph clipped to the top corner.
There was no name.
No date of birth.
No dormitory allocation.
No pack affiliation.
Nothing.
Just a photograph. A haunting, grainy image of a girl.
Her face was almost entirely obscured by tangled strands of pale blonde hair, so long it looked like it hadn't been brushed in years. Only one eye peeked through, an eerie, pale gray-blue iris staring directly into the lens. It didn't feel like I was looking at her.… it felt like she was looking at me. Even through the photo.
I've never seen her before. I was sure of it.
