Eleanor’s POV
As gruesome as it sounds, I decided to cut the brand off the wolf. I wanted it as proof that I wasn’t crazy. This sigil had adorn my skin for a decade, and now I find it on a mangy mutt? I grit my teeth and stuffed the bloody patch of flesh into one of the backpacks.
“Ew! That one was mine,” I heard Izzy whine.
Alexander came over and gave me a reassuring squeeze.
“We’ll figure it out, Eleanor. Don’t worry. The dragons have answers. All we need to do is find them. Let’s keep going,” he said.
I sighed, but nodded. Alexander was right. I mean, the shape was a dragon. Maybe it wasn’t about Nicholas at all. But then, why did I remember him branding me with it? Wasn’t that how it happened? I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Maybe everything I thought I knew was
