It is not just a legend.
As Kael placed a worn-out, old book on the council table, his voice was quiet but tinged with desperation. With its tattered edges and cover carved with odd patterns that appeared to pulse softly in the moonlight, the leather-bound book seemed to have lasted millennia.
Luca fixed his grey eyes on the tome and closed them. Kael, what are you referring to? The "
"The bond, the pendant, the rival Alpha's obsession—all tied to this," Kael remarked, his golden eyes shining with passion. "The power was known to the ancients. Their creation is what we know.
The room became quiet as Kael's words sank firmly over everyone there. Glancing at the book, I felt the link pulse weakly, its energy constant yet somewhat uneasy.
"What resides in there? My voice just above a whisper, I asked.
