Scylla:
Memories that aren't mine began to play in my head. A man, no. A god. Her father. In his arms is a baby. A tiny wolf cub. He gets down on one knee in front of me and holds her out to me. The most precious thing in the world. He says. My hands reach for the pup in his arms. My fingers caress the soft gray fur of the tiny life he's holding onto. Who is she? I ask. She is everything. Life, death, it's up to you. It will always be your choice.
"How long have you known?" I asked. Allison laughed. I've never heard her use that tone or laugh that way before.
"You know, they used to say you were the brains of the two of us. The first Alpha created by the God of Wisdom. The wolf created to protect him at all costs. She, who is wise and ravenous as he. Look at you now, Frek.
