This is real. This is real.
They want me.
I sniff. “Please… take me to them.”
The woman hesitates, studying me carefully. “But how can I be sure you are the one?”
I swallow hard, my fingers trembling as I reach for the small pouch hidden inside my bag of gold. My heart pounds as I search through the coins, my wolf watching warily. Then, my fingers brush against the familiar cool metal, right where I had hidden it. A wave of relief washes over me.
Carefully, I pull out the blue necklace my mother had given me, even though it burns against my skin. I clutch it tightly for a moment, steeling myself, before holding it out for her to see.
“I had this as a child. It’s mine.”
The woman’s lips part in shock. Her gaze locks onto the necklace, her tongue flicking across her lips. For a moment, she just stares, as if entranced. Then, slowly, she reaches for it, her fingers twitching slightly before she composes herself.
“Yes… yes, you are the one,” she breathes. “You truly are the girl I was sent to find.”
A breath of relief leaves my lips. I tuck the necklace back into my pouch and stand, helping the woman to her feet.
“Come,” the woman says. “Let me take you home.”
I nod, falling into step beside her.
My wolf shifts uneasily. “Kali, she has no scent. We can’t trace her. We shouldn’t trust her so easily.”
I roll my eyes. “Can’t you see she’s old and weak? She couldn’t hurt a fly. She’s our only lead–if we miss this chance, we might never find them.”
My wolf stays silent, but I feel her unease.
Still, I push the doubt away.
The woman talks as we walk, her voice weaving stories about my mother. She tells me about her kindness, her laughter, and how she never stopped looking.
I listen, my chest aching with longing.
I wonder–who do I look like? My mother or my father? Do I have siblings?
But just as I let myself dream…
The woman suddenly stops walking.
1 blink, looking around. A dead end.
“What-
Something hard slams against the back of my head.
Pain explodes through my skull.
The world tilts, my vision blurring.

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