Chapter 54

• “Okay, so let me get this straight. Your father was the source of all magic. Direct descendant of the Dawn Pack ancestors, and in your slumber, you met like…a god?” Caleb asked, leaning against the drawer in the room Leo had placed me in, inside his pack house. His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to piece everything together.
• I hummed, “I don’t think it was a god. It kinda felt like the ancestors’ voices all in one person because it sounded hurt when it showed the images of the death of their family.”
• Ethan, who had been pacing back and forth, stopped mid-stride and ran a hand through his hair. “And you’re saying they were the ones who hid the orb of magic in your bloodline, waiting for someone with fire eyes to awaken it?”