Xavier’s POV
The Hollow Wolf. A wolf’s head with empty eye sockets and a split running down its center. An ancient symbol of death. Not the death of the body, but the death of the wolf itself. The body can remain alive long after the spirit within has been destroyed or severed from its soul.
Elder Vance’s gaze settled on the empty eye sockets, his fingers tapping the page. "There’s an old scripture about it. Fear not the beast that bares its fangs. Fear the one whose eyes hold no wolf."
Then he points to a paragraph on another page in a language I don’t know. “It says death, here as well.”
Death? I lower my gaze to the ancient scriptures, but the faded writing has become a blur.
"There's something else," Margaret says, and hope fills me. I look up, but the uncertainty has given way to
