The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the pack's territory.
Kimberly sat on the edge of her bed, her mind still spinning from the events of the previous day.
Mohandria sat cross-legged on the rug near the window, scribbling notes in her journal.
"You've been awfully quiet," Mohandria said, not looking up from her notebook. "What's on your mind, Kim?"
Kimberly sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "Everything. The shooting, the secrets... I feel like I'm trapped in a puzzle where every piece is missing."
Mohandria closed her journal and stood. "Well, that's not entirely true. We know someone's after you.
We know there are people watching us. And we know you're... special."
"Special," Kimberly repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Special enough to attract danger wherever I go." She sighed again, lying back on her bed.
"I just wish I knew why all of this is happening."
