Olivia
“Olivia, I think you might be the next incarnation of the Ancient Wolf.”
The room felt smaller, suffocated by the weight of Nathan’s revelation. The flickering candlelight cast wavering shadows across the aged tomes and scrolls, as if the very walls were reacting to the news.
“The Ancient Wolf?” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around the concept. I could feel my heart racing, a mixture of fear and disbelief whirling through my mind. “Nathan, that’s... it’s impossible. I can’t be the Ancient Wolf.”
I let out a wry laugh, half expecting Nathan to be joking. But Nathan’s face, usually so composed, showed nothing but raw emotion.
He paced the floor, his hands running through his hair. “I know how it sounds, Olivia. I didn’t want to believe it at first either. Bu
