~ Madeline ~
I felt my eyesbrows lift in disbelief. Confused marred my face as I watched silver flip open the old book, noting how worn and brittle the pages within looked. The paper was thicker than anything modernly produced but it was aged, crumbling a bit at the edges, the script filling those tattered pages looked faded all but disappearing in different spots. Silver turned the pages slowly and carefully, as if handling a precious object. Finally he paused smoothing the page under his light touch, a soft smile touching his lips.
“The Hunters passion was to share the freedom the wolves enjoyed, to experience life as both the human and the beast. His children had their own passions and talents. Each of the children the hunter sired was born with his gift or curse, to each there own,”
