Tracy’s POV

“Maybe a little. But mostly I’m just trying to keep you from spiraling into magical thinking that makes you feel worse.” He leaned forward. “Look, I don’t know if your friend is a werewolf or if you hallucinated the whole thing or if purple wolves are real and I’ve been living in ignorance my whole life. What I do know is that your parents died because some asshole got behind the wheel drunk, not because you made a wish on a mountain.”

The bartender brought ...