CALEB POV
I threw the old book across the room, pages fluttering like dying birds. Nothing. Three days of research and I had nothing to show for it except bloodshot eyes and a building sense of panic.
"There has to be something," I muttered, pulling another dusty book from the shelf. "There has to be a way to save her."
The pack library felt like a jail. I'd been locked in here since the Devourer took control of Lily, desperately looking for any information about dimensional anchors or possession by ancient entities. So far, I'd found absolutely zero helpful answers.
My hands shook as I opened the book. I couldn't stop thinking about Lily's face when the thing took over. The way her eyes went completely black. The way she'd begged us to run before she became something dangerous.
"Caleb?" Aiden's voice came from behind me. "You need to eat something."
"I'm not hungry," I said, not looking up from the page.
"You haven't eaten in two days."
"I don't care."
