Serena clung to the wall and gazed into the blackness where the stranger and Mira had disappeared. That his words rolled in her mind like smoke around thought. "I'm here to make sure the Onyx wolf bloodline does not die.
The air felt dense, suffocation dripping down as if the shadows had decided to embrace her. Her chest was heavy where his words had lain. What did he mean by that? The Onyx bloodline must continue? She was the last of the bloodline? There was more to it. Something more, sinister something darker."
She gripped her weapon so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She felt like running after them and confronting him. But something held her back. The uncertainty, and the slow dawning realization that the thing she thought she understood — about herself and about the Onyx wolf — was just the tip of the iceberg.
