Troy
That wasn’t the only guard I saw armed with a gun. Unease filled me as I looked around. I hadn’t anticipated the weapons. Most wolves preferred to fight in their beast form. “Are you expecting trouble?” I asked when the tour ended. We stood in a glass room looking down at what seemed like a gymnasium.
At least thirty people were below in a circle, passing a flame along the black candles they held and chanting something in a language I’d never heard of before.
“The weapons? Where there is information, there is always someone who wishes to steal it,” Broderick said mildly as he looked down. “It’s midday. When the sun is highest in the sky, we ask for her protection.”
“Not the moons?”
“We ask for hers as well, but we are the Protectors of the Land. We must see to the earth’s nourish
