Chapter 21

“Cato! Wake up!” A voice hissed.

Cato opened his eyes. All he could see was pitch black darkness. When had the fire gone out? He couldn’t remember. Sleep made his mind groggy. He couldn’t focus. Visions of legionaries being torn apart by the Lycan hordes tormented him.

“I saw Rome burning.” He whispered into the darkness. “Thousands of Lycan running rampant through her streets.”

“It was just a dream Cato,” Skoll assured him.

Cato had quickly become accustomed to the second voice, answering all of the rhetorical questions. At first, it had been difficult to concentrate but he quickly adapted to sorting the inside voice from the outside voices. And then there was the threat of staring out into space while they conversed, making him look like a mad man.

“You’re doing it again,” Skoll chuckled cruelly. Cato would speak with him later about etiquette. The thought almost made him laugh out loud. Speak. Ha!