70: Not pure-breed

Hector's POV

The silence that followed my confession was maddening. All of them were looking at me as if I was a foreign entity or something. Nova was holding my hand and she was even shaking. I couldn't blame her, this has been her worst fear, the day she tells the Rogues that she was never a wolf but a sorceress and so am I, only, I am both.

" Wait, I'm very confused right now. Nova, when you said that the mist that separates us from other packs was cast by a sorcerer who gave you a little magic gift to tell if someone would be an enemy or a friend, all that was a lie? You were in fact the sorceress? And those items in your vault that you said belong to that sorcerer - who you claimed taught you how to use some of the tools... All those items are yours? "

" That's a lot of questions Drew"

" But Nova we thought being able to tell if a visitor would be an enemy or an ally was something any of us could do as far as we held that crystal ball thing and placed it near the person's head