Chapter 94: A Prayer with a Wish
Sophia stared at the smooth blank face of the token in her palm. The pale wood caught the cold light and seemed to almost glow against her dark gloves. Her breath rose in small, visible puffs while she hesitated, quill hovering, her fingers stiff with both cold and indecision.
At first, her mind had gone to the fact that there could be people searching for her. Family that she couldn't remember that could be searching for her. She could write that she hoped they'd find her, or that they'd be at peace wherever they were. But as quickly as the thought came, another one followed.
Her amnesia wasn't just hers. It was a wound she'd carried into the Nightshade pack, a question mark that weighed on people, on Orion, and even on Brynhild and Lysander. And there were some mysteries surrounding her that she couldn't even place. Things she could not yet understand. She lowered the quill and chewed her lip.
