“Hello dear,” a voice that is ancient and foreign says. I nearly burst out of my skin. When I realised it was simply an elderly woman, I yelled, attempting to gather myself, “Fuck! Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack.” She had a familiar appearance. Her eyes were ebony orbs, and her hair was completely black. Her features were rather distinct. She had a well-defined chin, and her face was pale and wrinkled, nearly devoid of blood. She turned her face to the floor and apologised, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,Luna.” I smiled and reassured him, “No, it’s okay.” Yes, I can now recall where I first noticed her face—during pack training earlier today, she was observing me from a distance. When Lance introduced me to the new pack members, she was also keeping a careful eye on me. Was she one of the newly introduced rogues as well? I said, “Who are you? I saw you today.” With a faint smile that was having trouble finding its place on her face, she added, “Yes, you remembe
