I walked into Clove’s cove before taking a seat at the centre table. He told me to meet him here because he wants to figure out why I wasn’t freed from the lycanthropy when the rogue was killed. The small stool hardly allowed my butt to fit. I hated these chairs and the more time I spent here the more I loathed them. I propped my feet up on the chair’s footrest before an old book on his table caught my attention.
I pulled the book closer to me. There was a black wolf on it, the drawing was amazingly detailed. On the top of the page were drawing that showed various stages of the moons cycle. The words around the pages didn’t make much sense to me. They were written in a foreign language, maybe Greek, but I couldn’t be too sure since I hadn’t seen much Greek over the years; I was more famil
