The mysterious image tormented me, hovering over my head like a dark cloud. Time seemed clearly to be running out. Ethan was right, we needed answers and we needed them quickly, Whoever left that note was serious.
Ethan seemed to be urgent. Every conversation now turned back to the same point my powers, the prophecy, and the threat hovering over us. Searching for anything that might clarify what was happening, we spent hours in his office going over old books and scrolls.
The room's air smelled strongly of old paper and ink, the only gentle sounds were the occasional whisper from Ethan reading aloud a piece that looked pertinent. Information whirled in my head; ancient bloodlines, wolves with unique skills, prophecies of tremendous power, and dreadful peril.
Ethan murmured, his eyes dar
