POV: Xavier

Something was wrong with my mind. I stood in my room at the Silver Moon pack, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The face looking back at me was familiar, but the person behind it felt like a stranger. There were gaps in my thoughts, moments where I reached for memories that should exist but found nothing.

It was like walking through a house and discovering entire rooms had been sealed off. I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to force the memories to surface. Nothing. Just a dull ache and a profound sense of loss I couldn't explain.

My eyes fell on the sketch I'd...