Lorraine's POV
I sat in the farthest corner of the hall, away from the noise, the laughter, the clang of cutlery and low hum of conversations. My world had narrowed to the quiet around me, a small bubble carved out of the chaos. I needed this stillness because inside me, there was only noise.
My empty sleeve brushed against the stone wall as I pulled my knees to my chest
The weight of what I'd lost was heavier than the missing limb itself. My arm was gone, but worse… so was she.
My wolf.
Since I woke up after losing my arm, since that moment, she hadn't really spoken to me. Not a whisper, not a growl, not even the soft thrum of presence I used to feel at the back of my mind.
I closed my eyes, trying to summon her. I didn't exactly know how but I still tried to reach out to her.
Hey? Are you there?
I whispered in my mind. Please. I need you.
Nothing.
