Anger and despair overwhelm my mind. “How can you do this?” I call to the Prism Master.
“I told you,” he replies smoothly. “You’re very existence is an insult to me.”
At last, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. With a flash of insight, I know why the Prism Master hates me so much… the reason why Taryn was never part of the ritual to rejuvenate Wulfhelm… and what happened to Wyatt, the Alpha who has supposed to take over Wulfhelm after Ishir died.
“You,” I say slowly. “I know your name.”
The Prism Master waves his hand airily. “Of course, you do.”
“I didn’t before. I know the truth now. You’re Wyatt.”
The Prism Master freezes. “What did you say?”
“You may have been born an osmos elf, but you were chosen to become a werewolf, same as I was. You discovered your mate would be Opa
