NIRVANA I woke up gasping. It seemed that I was having a dream, but I couldn’t remember what it was, and I had no recollection of how I came to be in this unfamiliar room or this bed. I was not in our bed nor at the pack house. Then I remembered we were in the office talking about Cadogan, and Victor called until we argued about turning myself into the council. Zarah. “Oh, my God.” I got up from bed and went to the door. Thankfully, it was unlocked, or it left it that way. As I looked around, the house interior appeared suburban, and then the strong scents of cinnamon, musk, and herbs hit my nostrils— I could be a home spray, reeds, or a diffuser. I stepped out, barefooted, tiptoeing to find the exit. “Good. You’re awake.” I jumped at the voice behind me. My hand flattened on my chest as I turned around, trying to calm my heartbeat. “Where do you think you’re going?” Zarah asked flatly. “What did you do to me? Why am I here in your house?” “Follow me.” She gestured. She
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