*****FLASHBACK MARKUS*****
Markus was enjoying his book when Gloria handed him a scroll, its seal stamped with the elders’ unique design.
“An omega just gave me this for you,” Gloria said. “It’s from Elder Anselm.”
Markus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t heard Elder Anselm’s name in years. The man had vanished into his studies after the war. What could he possibly want now? He broke the seal hesitantly and unrolled the parchment. He skimmed the fancy script, each word speeding up his heartbeat.
Odin, Markus’ trusted wolf and companion, spoke up. Do you trust it?
Markus rolled the parchment and tapped it against his lips, lost in thought. I don’t know, but if Anselm has resurfaced after all these years, it’s not likely to be for idle chatter. There’s only one way to find out.
And you’re
