Freya's p.o.v
I froze at the sight of the blood stain on the wall. Unsure of what it truly was, I had a feel of it and smelled it and truly it was blood. A now clotted blood, almost dry. Definitely not a fresh one, must have been there for like days.
My eyes darted around the crag and was welcomed by nothing but silence and potions with the majority of them either dispersed on the floor or spilled over the table. I traced the writings engraved on the wall. It's written in the Lycans language and from my little understanding of it, i could tell its meaning to translate as: 'Your love is a powerful antidote. Never try to hate him regardless'.
I took closer steps towards the engravement to be sure I translated the words well enough.
'Your love is a powerful antidote. Never try to hate him
