Chapter 609. Forges

I barely slept that night. Actually, I didn’t sleep at all. I paced the living wishing for the first time since Lexa was born that she’d stop sleeping through the night to give me something to focus on other than the fact Logan saw two white wolves. 

Sure, some wolves have white fur. Like Sarah, for one. Misty, too, is a pale gold, but neither of them have sightless, silver eyes. 

Another chill snakes up my spine as I pace across the living room again, rubbing my eyes. 

I did my best to convince Logan he’d seen some of our pack members, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that’s not the case. 

The last time I saw two white wolves was before the war, and I now consider them a warning. A warning of things to come, of trials coming my way, of the threat of death. 

Part of me hopes it was just Maddox and Isla paying us a visit, but the creeping sensation in my chest makes me think otherwise. 

I don’t have powers.