Despite being a werewolf, Amélie really did consider herself a rational woman. Certainly not one who believed in magic and fairies.
This evening was forcing her to re-evaluate that stance rather rapidly.
Leah took a nervous step toward the apparently living statue, its fur becoming darker and more lifelike by the second. “You were waiting for us?”
The creature shrugged. “You, specifically? No. But I was placed here to wait for the Orphan, the Outcast, and the Herald. I see your natures as if they were marked upon your brows.”
That piqued her interest, despite her shock. “There have been others?”
“Of course,” it rumbled. “Some born alone. Some who might have been the Herald, or the Orphan, but no Outcast to join them. Some born but never met, scattered across the world.”
Leah’s face f
