I stared at her. “Okay, now you lost me. It's not possible. But at the same time, it's not impossible? What does that even mean now, Elder?!”
She looked down at the cup in her hands, like she was debating whether or not to say more. Then she nodded to herself and looked up at me again.
“There was a time,” she began, “many, many years ago… long before you or I were born, when something like this was rumored to have existed. A bloodline, Kaia. A very old and very rare one. Most believed it to be a myth, even back then. But there were stories. Quiet ones. Hidden. Whispers passed from one generation to another.”
“What kind of bloodline?” I asked breathlessly.
She looked at me. “One born under a special alignment of moon and fire. A descendant of both light and shadow. Wolves born from this
