Chapter Fifty Seven

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

I’ve never seen Aliya look this shaken in the entire year that I’ve known her.

I clamp down on my own fear, “Has a future that you’ve seen, ever changed?”

Her voice is grave, “Yes. But very rarely so.”

“Alright,” I seal the bandage around her palm. “I’m going to hold on to that. Whatever this future is, we’ll change it.”

“You sound confident,” Aliya gives me a wary look.

I give her a hard smile, “Because a lot of lives are counting on me right now. I can’t give up.”

However, when she leaves, my smile fades.

I call Joseph, the pack historian, to my office and when he arrives, I close the door, “When was the last time we had contact with another shifter pack?”

“Our own kind?” Jospeh asks, slowly.

“Yes.”

He settles into the visitor chair, “Decades. More than a century now, I would say. I am in my early hundreds now but I remember, as a boy, there was once a delegation that came from a wolf shifter pack up North. But that didn’t end well.”