Elara stirred the soup on the stove while bouncing Mira on her hip.
It felt safe and warm in the little house. She finally felt calm. She stopped when someone knocked on the door.
She asked, "Who is it?" "Case. I need to show you something important." Elara felt sick to her stomach.
Since he got there, the wild wolf had caused a lot of trouble. But today his voice didn't sound the same. Important. Scared, even. She opened the door slowly.
Caden stood there holding a dusty leather bag. His usual grin was gone. "What do you want?" Elara asked. "To show you who you really are." He pushed past her into the cabin. "These belong to you." Caden dumped old papers and scrolls onto her kitchen table. They looked old.
