The White Wolf
Hailey
The crimson eyes vanished.
The darkness swallowed them once more.
Yet the image remained burned into my memory.
Watching.
Waiting.
Awake.
The Last Prisoner was no longer sleeping.
Silence settled across the cavern.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The chains continued groaning overhead.
Ancient silver links stretching endlessly through the darkness.
The First Seal had broken.
The realization hung heavily over all of us.
Then the Queen's Mark pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
A different sensation flowed through me.
Not fear.
Not warning.
Recognition.
Someone was calling me.
Not the Prisoner.
Someone else.
Someone familiar.
Someone I had thought gone.
"There."
My voice echoed softly through the cavern.
I pointed toward a n
