Chapter 190

"Three days"—that was how long I’d holed up in the spare bedroom of Carlo’s house. Food turned to ash on my tongue, every bite merging with my spit into a gritty, cement-like texture. My own skin felt foreign— itchy and suffocating—but I couldn’t bring myself to shift. The day after the fight, the pack held a ceremony for the fallen. I couldn’t attend. I couldn’t even get out of bed. Facing what I had lost felt impossible.