~ Hadeon POV cont. ~
“So, it’s only werewolves who can’t detect me,” I said, approaching her cautiously.
She turned to face me. She wasn’t an elder as I assumed, but she was old enough to have been aged with many years of wisdom. Her eyes were pale as ice as they scanned her surroundings.
“You’re… blind?” I questioned.
She scoffed, “I am, but I see more than what eyes could ever see.” She placed a hand on my cheek. “I’ve been expecting your arrival for quite some time.”
“So it’s true. You’re the seer who predicted the end of the werewolf race, aren’t you?”
Her eyes met mine, even though she couldn’t see me, and it was chilling how she did it. “Don’t insult me by asking questions you already know the answer to, wolfless boy.”
I stilled and swallowed thickly. “You know who I am?”
