Artemisia
“Airis,” I breathe out. “I found her!”
Cayden looks up, peeking into my book as I turn it towards him. With my index finger, I point at the passage that I was just reading and he glues his eyes on the black ink, mumbling as he pulls the book closer for him to read. “Airis, the messenger of the Goddess.”
I breathe out a deep sigh, listening to him starting to read out loud. “She is the communicating link between the Moon Goddess and the werewolves, an ancient spirit who is a wolf-shapeshifter as well. The divinity is guarded by five ancient white wolf spirits. They can be recognised by their white fur and a distinctive pattern running up on one of their back legs.”
“Wow,” Fynn blows his cheeks, his head leaning on his strong forearms.
“Could that be the Airis I was call
