Unknown's POV
I open my eyes and look around the dark, cold room. Sitting up I look over at the woman sitting in the chair across from me.
"I was so close! Why did you pull me out!?" I shout angrily at her.
"Your thirst for power is affecting your judgement you old fool. Had I not pulled you from that dream, you would have died!" she stands from her chair cradling the remnants of a candle in her palm. Walking towards the nearby table, she opens a wooden chest and places the candle inside. Her hand pauses inside for a second before she retracts it.
Turning to me again she lifts her hand to show me a glass jar filled with a shimmering blue liquid. I take the jar from her and look at it quizzically.
"Drink it. It will replenish your strength. Your wolf cannot heal those scars" she points
