Adrian looked from his uncle to the blonde-haired Lycan woman who arrived with him, trying to decipher the tone of the message Màthair Gealach sent him to relay. Although their confident stance and self-assured expressions were typical Lycan mannerisms, he felt a chill tickle down his back as he waited for Âlde Tire to speak.
“What news, then?” Adrian dared to ask, instead of dashing out of the room like his instincts begged. Steadily, he exhaled through his nose, shoving his hands into his pockets as he tried to ignore the badgering, despondent nip in the back of his mind.
Firmly planted in the spot where he had arrived upon returning from Neamha, the realm where Màthair Gealach dwelt with the wolf spirits, Âlde Tire addressed him. “Màthair Gealach is very aware of what has happened and
