I sat in Uncle Sean's office and waited. Ronan was pacing and Alessio was busy looking at a one of the several old leather-bound books that crowded the shelves.
"Oh wow! This is amazing. Do you know how hard it is to get a copy of this in the original Greek?" The book he held up said Plato, but that was all. Must be something about philosophy, I guessed. I rubbed my arm. It didn't hurt, but the symbol showed no more signs of fading.
Uncle Sean walked in. Sascha, Dimitri and Cara were with him. He turned and faced us. Alessio must have seen the Wolf in his eyes because the normally curious boy dropped the book and looked down at the floor.
"Sorry man." He hurried to pick it up, but Sascha got there first. He dusted it off and placed it back on the shelf with such speed I nearly gasped.
