“It’s an ancient language used centuries ago,” Morgan says, lifting her gaze from the brownish-red book to look at us. “Where did you find this?”
Raina hesitates. “Back in the territory.”
Morgan’s eyes drop to the book again. “I’ve always wanted a copy. I never thought the Alpha had it all this time.”
“What is the book about?” Raina asks.
“Red wolves and their true history.”
Raina and I glance at each other.
Soon, we are seated before Morgan, the firelight reflecting off her glasses as she flips through the pages.
“This is great,” Raina whispers. “We can finally learn more about you.”
I force a smile, though I feel no excitement. What could be worse than what awaits me in five days anyway? The only reason I am sitting here with Morgan is to understand why I have suffered all these
