[...] two-thousand-five-hundred-and-twenty-years old. He is one of the Ancients, one of our 'fathers', one of the Originals, one of the few direct descendants of Father-Moon and Mother-Wolf. And he is right in front of me.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.