"The Ancient Alpha?" Leo echoed.
Growing up, there were always flutters of stories swirling in the wind about the Ancient Alpha. We all knew it: a man who made a deal with the devil—or rather a warlock—to kill his brother to get eternal power and bring back his wife.
It was one that all of the packs in the surrounding area knew well—a fable or children's spook story told by the elders as a cautionary tale about the pitfalls of power. But that's all it was.
Leo leaned forward in his chair, his head tilting to the side as he spoke. “Let me get this straight. You're telling me that my father found the tomb of a …a childhood ghost?"
The Shaman nodded slowly. “I know this must be hard to believe, young Alpha, but you need to listen carefully. Do you have the amulet?"
“The what?"
“The
