Deni
The room goes silent as we wait for Cain to speak. A nervous energy thrums through me, and I can’t help but remember my dream and Gina’s words.
My father wanted me to feel something in the forest. And Gina said that my father would have told me whatever it is she wanted to talk to me about if I showed the signs.
What is it?
Cain stares at me, and I feel the hairs on my arms stand up. Time seems to stand still as I wait.
“I believe Deni is a Cynewulf…a royal wolf chosen by the goddess herself,” Cain says looking at me with awe in his eyes.
What?
No. I shake my head. That doesn’t make any sense.
I’ve never felt special, my wolf is small with white socks for legs, I don’t have any magical abilities within me. And besides cynes are always alphas. There are no exce
