SHATTERED CERTAINTIES

POV: Ivory Wells.

My mind hammered, the continuous pounding beating time with the bouncing ideas that would not let me have a moment of quiet. After yet another night of idly staring at the disorganized papers and files strewn across my desk, bone-deep fatigue bit me.

I knew the solutions were buried in those damning papers, the jigsaw pieces that would at last bring the whole picture into clarity. However I organized the truth's pieces, important pieces were always absent, the whole picture permanently hidden.

A shocking insight struck me like a stray wave on the shore, just as I thought my stupid pride and stubbornness would make me oblivious to what was in front of me.

I had assumed for all of this time that Darrel Williams was entirely responsible for what had happened to me when I was banished from the pack. I had without a second thought thrown my suffering, my exile, my entire reason for being in the ordinary world squarely on his shoulders.

What if, though, I had been seein