Olivia
I stepped away from Damien. I didn't know what to think about everything he had just revealed to me. I decided after a moment not to think about it at all.
I had been uncertain whether I could take my wolf form or not. She had been silent within me for so long. But when I reached for her she answered, and I stood before Damien on all fours.
"Ah, there you are," he said. "Your wolf is every bit as lovely as hers. Please, my darling, hunt for me. Lead and I will follow."
I dipped my snout in a nod and scented the ground. I found the scent Damien had described, easily. Ash, of course there was ash, but also the bitter copper tang of old blood.
There was another scent, a painfully familiar one. Why did I smell Jacob? Had he tried to free the poor wolves trapped in this place? Had
