The Wolf and the SheepI awoke to a tapping on my door. On instinct, I looked down at my wrist to see what time it was only to realize I didn't own a watch. I rubbed the cobwebs of sleep from my eyes and stood up groggily. There were no longer stars in my window, but rather the jagged peaks of the mountains of Xajax. We have landed already, how long have I slept? When I opened the door, the grogginess melted away and my internal alarm system switched to DEFCON 1. Mortem stood outside my door, leering at me through his unreadable amber eyes.
“What are you doing here? I asked. Each word had suspicion wrapped around them. He stepped inside and the door slid closed behind him. I stared at the closed door and frowned. “Suddenly, there came a tapping, as if someone rapping, rapping at my chamber
