MARK
When I entered the room, I saw Ginger and Daniel sitting at a table next to each other. Daniel was nose deep in the history books Reyland had provided. It was a rare occasion to see that man not reading. Ginger, on the other hand, had her eyes closed, and she was perfectly still. She looked like a peaceful statue, used in a zen garden.
I hovered in the doorway, afraid to disturb their work.
“Don’t just stand there, boy. Come in. Ask your questions,” Ginger said with her eyes closed. She was one of the most perceptive people I knew. Even without the use of her eyes, she knew exactly what was going on in a room.
Daniel looked up at me and set down the book. He jotted down one last note before giving me his full attention.
“Oh, hello Alpha Mark. I didn’t even see you come in,” Danie
