Elara’s POV
The car ate the miles back to the mountain, the silence between us was filled with the echo of the words coming from me. We should let the Oracle know of everything.
Lucian looked out from the window at the passing pines, his profile a very sharp cut against the darkness. “There is only one elder who might be able to speak of the Last Moon to an unknown person. Aron. He is… He is not like the other elders. He values every single knowledge over all tradition. But he is aged, Elara. And old wolves are either wise or mad. Sometimes both. It's dangerous”
“Where does he stay?”
“He lives separately. In the high peaks, past the timberline. It is a deliberate journey. A very hard one. He does not like accepting visitors.”
“He’ll accept me Lucian,” I said, the certainty leaving me
