CATHERINE’S POV
The night was still, but the safehouse was filled with activity.
Maps covered every table. Weapons were arranged in every corner. Outside, hidden wolves kept watch to make sure we were safe. .
We were preparing for war.
I stood near the entrance, tracing one of my mother’s old symbols on the doorframe when I felt a chill on my neck.
A cloaked figure stood there.
Every instinct in me was at alert but something about his presence felt ancient. He didn’t feel threatening to me. He just felt…..powerful. His hood was deep, shadowing most of his face, but when he stepped forward, the small runes on his hands glowed blue.
Carlos moved first, drawing his blade. “Who are you?”
The man lifted his head slightly. He had a short white beard, and eyes that seemed to hold entir
