Damien
Jordan and I made our way to Agatha. She would know what was behind these headaches. Why were we both feeling them at the same time? We had never shared pain like this before. We could sense when the other was in danger — that was the bond — but shared pain was new. I wasn’t sure if it was something to do with us being hybrids.
Agatha had always been a strange woman, for as long as I could remember. She kept mostly to herself, only surfacing to help heal injured wolves with her remedies. Her long gray hair was pinned in a bun, and her eyes were the color of fire — red with hints of orange. Those eyes were the only thing that gave away her true age. They always looked like they carried the weight of knowledge they hadn’t chosen to have. To anyone outside our world, she would look l
