Sharon and Rosalie reached Maple Hill, their last hope, unaware of the chaos unfolding on the mainland.
They looked as destitute as Alexandra had when she last arrived at Maple Hill—lost for words, energy, and wit.
The only person who could save Alexandra was Cassandra, who was already battling her own illness.
With no other option, they had to inform her of Alexandra's misfortune.
Seeing Rosalie and Sharon, Cassandra and Mathilde were speechless.
The sight of the two girls, who usually brimmed with life and vigor, now reduced to such a pitiable state, tore at their hearts.
Cassandra, feeling a deep sense of dread, stepped forward.
"As far as I know, my pack isn't at war. Why do you look like you're from one?" Cassandra asked, her voice trembling as a sudden alarm of dread struck her soul.
She could feel the tension in the air, the kind of tension that precedes a storm.
