DIMITRI POV
Luke, Ben and I sat in my office going over every possible reason, theory and hypothosis as to why a Clan Elder would want me dead. The room was now full of books that Luke had carried down from the library, and we each had our own stack to go through, looking for any other vital information. I myself was trying to remember a time where I might have come into contact with a witch, a Clan, anything. I never had. It didn't make sense, not to me anyways. Wolves and witches were enemies, we had been for centuries. According to the book I was reading now the last time the two groups had anything major to do with one another was in the mid eighteenth century, when an uneasy truce had been made; both sides keep to themselves and cease any uneccessary bloodshed.
I was so absorbed tha
