Aurelia and her wolf, Amerie, had spent the last few endless hours pouring over memories of their birth pack lands of Silver Moon. She desperately wanted to provide Orion and his Special Forces Unit with helpful intel before they departed at sundown. Aurelia was sitting outside on the terrace adjacent to their living quarters. It was made of beautiful Naxian marble; a large-crystal white marble quarried from the Cycladic Island of Naxos in Greece. The terrace reminded her of a Pergola-style gazebo as it had an enclosed roof overhead made of cream and gray limestone; the same stone which covered the whole exterior of the Capital Palace. There was an elaborate cream-swirled lavastone table and two polished stone benches. Each with trefoil and quatrefoil designs that were etched around the ou
