Echoes of the Pack
I clear my throat, drawing strength from the thought, "So I may not have to put Iphigenia away forever."
"Who?"
"Iphigenia..." I raise an eyebrow, "That's the name of my Guide..."
Her eyes are popping out of her skull, and her jaw goes slack. And then a slow smile creeps along her face, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"What?" I ask.
"It's just...you really are the Prophet," She speaks softly as she fetches a cup of cold, herbal tonic, "There are only a few Guides that hold a name. The High Prophets and the High Priestess are the most notable-a couple other lycans."
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