The Crescent Heir
"I have much to show you. And you are...?"
"Emmett, Emmett Ozeth."
"Emmett."
The old man repeated it slowly, tasting the name like he was checking it against something. "Good. Everything must seem very confused to you right now. What I am about to show you will change that." He gestured behind him without looking back. " And these are my sons; Luca, Matthiose, and Zack."
Emmett glanced at them. Three men who looked as though they had been carved out of mountain rock — broad, still, watching him the way wolves watch something they haven't decided to trust yet. Not hostile, just measuring.