Elay POV
It didn't take long for the man to return. He had put on black sweatpants and a dark grey T-shirt. In his hands he held a large sword, which was just one-handed in size, but could almost be used as a two-handed sword. She looked at the fancy scabbard and tried to see the protruding handle in the dark, but she didn't get the chance. There was remarkably little lighting in the palace gardens, something that most likely had to do with the man's glowing eyes.
“What's your name?” she asked him, giving him a curious look. “And what are you doing in these gardens?”
Instead of answering, the man bounced the ball back with a counter question: “What do you know about wolves?”
“Not much,” she admitted with a shrug. “The basics, of course. But not much more.”
The boy nodded. “Then my nam
