Three in the morning came and went as I paced in Conal"s apartment. He"d dropped me off shortly after midnight, checking the apartment thoroughly before he left with Nonny to convene an emergency meeting with his pack.
A pile of books lay on the coffee table, but I was too agitated even to glance at them. The old man insisted I take them, wanting me to start learning about my "prodigious gift" as he called it. My first task was to study the meaning of numerous pictures he called "sigils". I needed to memorize them and Epimetheus would be visiting the apartment later to commence my tuition.
I was still reeling from the revelations I"d been swamped with, and I was distracted and edgy. For the hundredth time, I questioned if what I"d been told could be true. It explained a number of episode
