Enyo Burnside
The minute I shift I allow my wolf to take over as I feel myself drowning and I can’t seem to get my head around the words that appeared on the pages of the book or the feeling of familiarity that came the moment she opened the pages of that dusty old book.
What is the truth? Is my whole life a lie? I don’t know but what I do know is I am glad Clayton didn’t follow me, I need to digest the information, and who did the old she-wolf mean by she visited me; My head is spinning with everything, I don't even realise where I am until the heavy scent of mums lilies hits me.
My wolf took me to my family home, the same house I shared with my parents. I haven’t been back in this house since I returned the day I found out my parents were killed. My wolf makes its way round the back,
