The Curse of the Alpha
I oblige her, biting on the edge of my nails.
"My father collected a lot of books on those who also had magic, considering our own family history. There should be something in here about Sire," she mumbles, flipping through the pages.
Suddenly she stops, jabbing her finger at the page. “Here."
"That's him?" I ask, seeking clarification because it takes a great deal of squinting to make sense of the illustrator's depiction of him considering the decaying paper.
"It's a painting. Who knows if it's accurate...well, I suppose you do now,” Hazel notes with a half shrug.
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