Evans' POV
As I moved silently through the corridors of the packhouse, the cold air wrapped around me like a cloak as the words from the eavesdrop of their meeting stinged my heart. Every movement was deliberate and intentional, my breath shallow and escaping in running gasps, my pulse a relentless throb against my ribcage. I knew I had just quite a little time–minutes. The clock ticking in my head as though my existence was being timed–before the council ended my stay in the pack.
Briony’s words still reeled through my mind, flickering every fibre of my brain. *You are the last of your kind…. You must awaken.* The truth had opened its self before my very eyes, tugging me into a destiny I wasn't set for, tethering me to an ancient prophecy that I couldn't fathom. But I wasn't about to si
