Elena's note felt to me as a stone in my chest, its words dragging me into a darkness I had not expected. The words kept coming back to me until they turned into a terrible refrain. I had knew Cora possessed something unique, something strong and dangerous. But in regard to a prophecy? I was afraid as that was something I had not seen approaching.
Since Elena's death, Cora had been more quiet; her lively energy darkened by the loss that permeated all of us. Her movement revealed it; her avoidance of everyone's eyes, her retreat within herself, constructing walls no one seemed able to break. She seemed lost, straying into a cloud of remorse and grief, unable to find her way out.
Though I wanted to get in touch with her and provide consolation, I knew how not. I led the pack; they were in
