ASHLYNN POV.
The sounds of training wolves echoed faintly from the courtyard below. Every so often, a sharp bark of command or the growl of shifting wolves carried through the open window. It was strange, to know that outside, the world was preparing for war, while in here, Athena and I were trying to awaken something far older and far more dangerous.
The Vanwa Nasto lay open on the desk between us, its pages glowing faintly with a shifting, silvery light. The ancient symbols seemed to pulse, almost like a heartbeat, as if the book itself were alive. We had been at this for hours, searching, reading, translating runes… or least trying to.
Athena rubbed her temples. “This book is impossible. Every time I think I’ve figured out a phrase, it changes.”
“It doesn’t change,” I murmured, trac
