Chapter 92

• *Dante*
• She continued looking at me, her gaze steady and unreadable. “White wolves are uncommon enough, but she’s not merely one of them. She’€™s - how shall I put this - bridge. A vessel of sorts.” She said, trying to explain. The only thing she succeeded in doing was getting me even more confused. A bridge? A vessel? What on earth was she saying? It didn't make any sense. I met Isabel's eyes, seeing the panic she was trying to suppress. I could read the question in her expression: Do you believe any of this? I didn't know how to reply her unspoken question, so I turned my gaze back to Morgan. She seemed to be taking pleasure in leaving us bewildered.
• “A bridge to what?” I questioned, unwilling to let her dance around the answer.