Kael
I couldn't sleep.
Not that I was much of a sleeper anyway, but my wolf, Black, had been restless all night. Eamon's scent was driving him crazy, and me too.
It had taken all my willpower not to cave in to my wolf's demands and cross the room to intoxicate myself in his scent that called out to every fibre of my being.
Every time I thought I'd figured out something about Eamon, another door opened, revealing deeper mysteries.
The document the messenger had given me yesterday, when I was meeting up with my Master, had contained nothing, absolutely nothing, because Eamon Riggs didn't exist.
The more I thought about it, the more it puzzled me.
How could there be no information about Eamon? Our resources were the best in the world so far, which could track even the tiniest details about anyone. But just like Headmistress Vale's sketchy information, nothing had come up for Eamon.
