One year later
Another meeting. Lately I feel like it's all that I'm doing. We meet, we talk, we conjecture. And it brings nothing. I'm just showed off like a doll, like a symbol of standing against the Infinite Night. But that's where my part ends.
I knew I made a mistake the night we burned The Shore Wolves Pack House to the grounds. I lost my touch, but relying on too many, actually no, by relying on anyone other than myself. Ever since that night I knew I did exactly what they wanted me to. I just played the part. I was a puppet.
Who pulls the strings then, you may ask? Well, apparently not me.
On the night Darren and his Vampires brought us to the Lightwood's Pack they told me they suspected I would be back soon. That they predicted Ice and I won't have a happy ending, and the
