Chapter 553

• Apphia
• I feel him—deep within me. It is him_ the seeker. He doesn't wear a cloak. The seeker is of average height, with very short hair and dark eyes that glint red. He approaches but stops, smiling like a cat and displaying his sharp fangs. He looks back at his escort. His entourage are all old and strong, yet their bodies are those of men no older than fifty.
• "The marked wolf with divine powers," his voice is like a sharp knife through me, yet it is low. "You've come to me,"