FREYA'S POV
I stared silently at the cell phone in my hand, my eyes narrowed in concentration as I reread the most current text message that popped up on my phone screen a while ago.
'Does the name Nathaniel Trywolf ring any bell?'
It was another text from Marshall that seemed to have come in earlier while I was in the shower.
I could only assume he got that name from the book he returned with earlier tonight.
A few hours ago Marshall had texted me about a book he found while on his mission to the vampire archive. Some old book he'd mentioned. A journal that apart has my family name on it. Marshall seems to believe this journal could contain some if not all of the answers we seek. At least he hopes. And so do I.
There'd been a lot going on these past few days and some of those things
