CHAPTER 104 White Butterfly

　　Anaiah's POV 　　I assess the young man in my presence, he couldn't be more than twenty-five. He removes a small black and white butterfly from his pocket and it rests on my hand. 　　"A butterfly? What's going on?" 　　"It led me to you," He says. I look at it again, it has unique colors, 　　"Who are you?" I ask. 　　"My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus," 　　My hand flies to my chest and a  gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he's here and how did you enter the city undetected? So many questions roamed my head 　　"I was told you're dead," I say, 　　"Anaiah, Ana!" Arya calls me just as the butterfly flaps its little wings and flies away. 　　My eyes glance back at Silas, he looks determined and in dire need of health care. 　　"What happened to you?" 　　"I - I don't feel too good," he says and collapses to the ground. I crouch down to check his pulse, he's breathing but barely.