{"Painful memories are souls that we all carry about with us." }
The library was quiet, save for the distant howl of the wind outside. The dim candle light flickered against the walls lined with ancient texts, casting long shadows as we sat in contemplation. Ma and Elder Dante were seated across from me, their expressions grave as I recounted my journey.
I stared out the window at the night sky, my voice low but steady. "The nest wasn't the only thing I found," I began. "Althea was there, Tor's grandmother. A seer. She had been hiding in the caves, waiting for us, waiting for Tor and me to unite."
Ma's eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden armrest. "A seer, you say?" she mused. "Did you feel her power, or did she seem like an ordinary shifter?"