Page 15 of Savage Sacrifice
I can’t decide if it’s comforting or irritating to walk back in and find them all in the exact same spot where I left them.
Apparently, wolves are great at wallowing too. It’s exhausting to experience.
Wylder clocks me first, eyes landing on the food in my hand, and he’s on his feet a moment later. “Thank God, I’m starving,” he grunts, taking the boxes from my hands.
Minnie offers me a thankful smile, while Lincoln glares at me. Refusing to falter under his irritation, I head toward the desk, taking the seat across from him with the chalice and coins nestled between us still.
They instantly steal my attention away from the alpha across from me and my right leg starts to bounce nervously.
“What are you doing?” Lincoln asks as I reach out to run my finger over the chalice, but I ignore him, turning my attention to the coins still laid out across the desk.
“Has this one always been this color?” I ask, pointing to the coin on the end. While the others are a deep, rich gold color,this one seems light, almost coppery. I don’t remember it being like that, but I also don’t remember caring all that much to fully notice.
Minnie is standing over my shoulder a moment later, uncertainty drawing her eyebrows together, but it’s Asher who speaks. “I don’t think so?”
He sounds about as unsure as I feel, which doesn’t do anything to quell the questions floating around in my head, but the fresh sight of the coins churns something in my gut.
“The coins. Something about them is screaming Polaris,” I admit, refusing to lift my gaze as a hint of embarrassment creeps up my spine, but Wylder is on my right a moment later.
“I agree,” he states, and I turn to find him nodding in agreement.
“You’re both full of shit,” Lincoln grunts, but he stares at them just as hard as I do.
I’m certain I’m going insane, but Tatum joins us, and his silent support fills me with confidence. We’re all intrigued, our thoughts lingering on the coins. Maybe we need to consider who owned them and…
“Wait,” I grunt, planting my hands on the desk. My heart rate kicks up, each piece to the puzzle finding its rightful place as I shake my head in disbelief. “That’s why she did it,” I breathe, furious at myself for not noticing it sooner.
“What?” Wylder asks, and my pulse starts to ring in my ears.
“Krystal, she was fixated on Krystal,” I state, and Minnie gasps. Our eyes lock, understanding rippling between us as she takes a step back from the desk, heading toward the door without question.
“Do we still have the address?” she asks, and I scoff, hope blossoming so wide in my chest I can barely breathe, but for the first time since my world shattered, it’s for a good reason and not because I feel like I’m dying without her near.
“Up here,” I grunt, tapping my temple, and everyone moves at once.
She might not be there, but if there’s going to be any kind of understanding, then it’s going to come from that girl, I know it. Resolute and determined, I lead the charge from the room.
We’re coming for you, Amica Mea.
6
POLARIS
Dear Diary,
I’m home. It feels… strange.
The house is huge. I don’t remember it being this big. I don’t remember it at all. But my bedsheets are a soft violet, I like that color. I think it’s something I would choose.
My roommates are… a lot, and different. So different.
Ben is kind, caring, and funny. Like he wants to make the world a happy place, but there’s a sadness in his eyes, one that I feel deep in my bones.
Foster is a recluse, that’s the best way to describe him. Maybe it’s because we haven’t been here long and I’m overthinking it, but he leaves his room for food and quickly scurries away to hide from the rest of us, or the world, I don’t know.
Bianca on the other hand, I’m sure the house next door can hear her complaining. Has she always been this mouthy? I don’t know, but I’m trying to give her the benefit of the doubt since we’ve all been through so much. Maybe that’s all it is, maybe once we actually sleep it will be different.
Sleeping, though, as good of an idea as it is, eludes me.
