I slipped through the iron‑grated archway of the cemetery just as some clouds covered the sun, darkening the area.
''Well that's ominous,'' Zhi commented, and I laughed.
The air smelled of damp earth and incense, the remnants of a night‑time rite that had long since faded. My boots crunched on the broken marble paths, each step echoing. I looked around for the graves I'd seen in that dream, but the area was massive. Generations of Lycan's were put to rest here.
I noticed smaller tomb stones from Lycan's who'd chosen to be burned rather than buried, but left a tomb stone behind for their families to mourn at.
''I don't even know where to begin looking.'' I told Zhi as I continued to walk.
We passed the low stone fence that separated the main part of the graveyard, and entered the cent
