The person standing right in front of Logan looks to him like a normal human being, she is not what he expected. She stands in front of him looking into his eyes, her eyebrows lift as her eyes widen up. “Can I see your tattoo?” she asks Logan.
He takes off his shirt. She rubs her hand over the smeared tattoo.
“So the rumors were true. Ash had a son?” she says, walking all around Logan.
“Wait, how did you know…?”
“You mean how did I know that you were Ash’s son? Well, that was easy. This seal on your chest was put there by my convent, and more precise by my mother. When she did it she was sworn to secrecy, but putting a big seal like that on you required a lot of magical energy and that my friend tainted you.” She goes on to explain that wolves and witches have always walked the same p
