-Blake-
My eyes widened as I looked at the tied pages. It was the same tattoo on the white-haired woman, the one who had the power to order me to move. Axel stirred inside me.
"She had the power to order us... her voice was a command, and now... this. This isn't a coincidence. None of it is."
"I understand. I understand what you are saying."
I traced the picture on the front page. The wolf was howling at the moon, and the wolf's mane was longer, but was bigger than normal werewolves and Lycans. It had bright orange and red fur that looked more like a horse's mane. And the moon was burning at the edges. I was sure it was the exact tattoo on that woman. Who the hell was she and what was the coincidence between this and Arya?
"I have seen this somewhere before," I said to Shawn as I gri
