Alanza’s POV"I still don't get it. How did you even find this book, let alone the necklace? How did you get inside the pack grounds?"Mrs. Elena didn't look flustered by my rapid-fire questions. She simply let out a long, weary breath and reached over to pat the back of my hand. Her skin felt like crinkled parchment, but the gesture was as familiar as the smell of the old library back in Cedarwood."Well, now," she began, her voice steady. "Tell me, Alanza. Do you put any stock in dreams that show the future?"Libbie moved closer, her eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and sharp curiosity. She looked the old woman up and down, clearly trying to figure out if she was a threat or just lost."Are you saying you're a seer, ma'am?" Libbie asked. Her voice had that high, skeptical pitch she used when she thought someone was pulling her leg."Oh, nothing so grand, dear." Mrs. Elena offered Libbie a smile that was so genuinely kind it seemed
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