Chapter 132

The thought crosses my mind. Things not adding up to what he said, and going around in circles, unable to piece it together logically. Maybe Sierra was sick, but then what the hell is he saying? He smiles sadly, his pale gray eyes finally landing on mine, and gives me a watery half-smile. “If she was crazy, how could she tell me that one day a solitary she-wolf from the west would come to save us all from something coming? A future leader of her people, joined to her blood by the Fates. Maybe it’s a coincidence, and maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s wishful thinking and guilt because I’ve let her lie there for eight long years. Don’t you see?” He’s babbling, but I pick out the points I think he’s trying to connect. “I came east from where I was, and I’m linked to her son,” I repeat robotically, still looking at him with a quizzical expression and trying to figure out what his vague statements mean. He’s lost in his head. “Tell me. What does the name Marina mean to you?” He narrows his eyes on