Aurelia
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bed, I scanned the tattered journals scattered around me and huffed. I hated reliving every vision I had. Well, most of them anyway. The ones with The White Wolf weren’t so bad, but they were still tainted with death and destruction. I was trying to familiarise myself with every vision and look for any patterns or anything of specific importance that Lorcan might need to know. I wanted to be of use. I wanted to make sure I helped him in any way I could. Any way I could. I scoffed at the filthy place my mind suddenly took me to. I was turning into one of those she-wolves from the Golden Temple, unable to control my s****l urges at the mere thought of that man. Except they had the excuse of their wolves. I did not.
There was a knock at the
