Zoe’s POV
As I sit on the couch holding this journal belonging to a man that I not only never met have never spoken to, I feel empty. Hollow.
After talking with High Priestess Cylvia and Jade my mind was murky and confused. I had not felt like this since I crawled out of my own grave. There was so much that I had learned from my mission, but it only left more questions in the air. Questions that I wanted to leave buried for years. Questions that I knew my mother would never help me answer.
I sighed as I opened the journal of my father. I had learned from High Priestess Cylvia that my fathers name was Jonah. He was a fox shifter like me but also a pack tracker.
I was grateful that Altari filled in the blanks for me.
‘Most shifters were divided into three groups: hunters, trackers
