Silver.
A room of silver.
Not just painted silver; but, seemingly made from floor to ceiling in it. The walls had delicate carvings across their surfaces, telling tales of major events in werewolf history. Curiously. There appeared to be depictions of witches carved into some places as well.
The room was nearly entirely empty, except for an elaborate pillar in the middle that didn't quite reach the ceiling. The pillar was adorned with even more carvings; although, these were ones Aislinn didn't recognize. She approached them in an effort to decipher them.
The images showed werewolves and witches together, seeming to not just be cooperating; but, cohabitating. As she followed the scenes, they seemed to tell a story of witches and werewolves living together and supporting each other. Was this a hidden history of werewolves and witches? Or was it someone's hopeful dream for the future?
Either way, the scenes lead to the centre of the pillar where there was a break in the silver. Instead, a clear compartment was created into the pillar, and it housed...Nothing?
Before she could ponder on this, she woke up.
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WerewolfBook 1 of 2 Aislinn Jones has had a unique problem for as long as she can remember: her dreams. They are vivid and haunting, and plague her whenever she tries to rest. Her father's solution was to train her to a point of exhaustion where she was pas...
