The Red Wolf's Daughter (Book 3 Part 1: The Becoming of the Siran)

Chapter 54

A/N: I am sorry that I haven't been updating. I haven't been in the mood to write. However, I do have a chapter ready, and I decided to post it. And I have news.

The Last Hope, which deals with the second ending of The Red Warrior, is now up. I do suggest reading The Last Hope with these three books because they will be tied together.

And now, let's go on with the chapter.

~Rissa

Note: Read back Chapter 50-53. I had made a mistake. xD

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"So," Adam said, leaning in his seat after he looked at all the stuff that was brought before he looked at me. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head while he studied me. "Do you think you're prepared?"

I shrugged and went over the list of Alphas that we had for the Feor Pack, making a mental note to find a way to find the pack when I didn't have to go back to the pack that hated the pack that I was going to be looking for. "As prepared as I can get," I replied. I moved a hand through my hair and tossed the pencil on the table.

It had been a couple of hours after the ordeal with my grandfather, and we were back at the Main House going over a few final details as well as the information that Emmanuel had found about the pack that my aunt had never heard of.

Apparently, they were on the northern tip of the United Kingdom in Scotland near the North Sea. However, the information was so outdated that it still had an old Alpha born in the 20th century as the current Alpha, even though it was almost the 22nd century.

That left me very annoyed, and I would have gone over there to see what the deal was if Clarissa hadn't advised me not to do it, especially since we were down the path that had me getting the third strike and then... who knows what after that.

All I knew was that I wouldn't be in this time period, in this place any longer. I wouldn't be where I was respected and had the support system that I did now, and that scared me because I had a feeling that I would need them, especially with whatever that I had to face.

I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know if it is enough or not, but I think it's time for us to get back before you are missed." I gestured to my grandmother. "She has something that will "make it seem" that you two are still under the spell," I said. "Theodore and Tasha will think that you two are if you all are not alone with them."

"What about Clarissa?" Adam asked. He glanced at the Prophet and scowled when she shifted in her seat before he looked at me. He didn't like the idea that she was here, and I had a feeling it was because she was still a servant and needed to keep on the down-low and make sure that no one knew she wasn't following the rules.

I glanced at Clarissa and raised an eyebrow in question. I had no idea if she wanted Adam to know that she was the Prophet, and I was surprised that he hadn't figured it out.

Slowly, she nodded her head, indicating that it would be safe for me to tell him, so I turned my gaze to look at the Alpha and Beta of the White Tongue Pack.

"She's the new prophet," I said and leaned backward in my seat. "That's why she is here."

Adam looked at me and then at her. Again, he looked at me, and I could see the confusion written on his face. "Seriously?" he asked, and I nodded in confirmation. He looked at Clarissa. "You're the Prophet?"

Clarissa hesitated and nodded. "Yes," she replied, her voice small. "I am the new Prophet. I replaced both Prophet Amelia Grace and Ida after they died."