Arrow Lake bile quartet

My uncle? Hex repeated, brow furrowing as he tried to work out what that meant. A brother to Akavir. . .perhaps. But why hadn't he known of him before? Maybe the man had come in his time away.

What spirits?

If I knew, I would say, he answered. A bit cryptic on his part, but not on purpose. What had transpired in the tunnels was (and might always be) beyond his comprehension. All he knew was that he had been delivered into the light once more. . .but also that they'd stayed at his side, in his ears, within his mind—

Never, it seemed, to depart.

They called me witch, he explained, and Mayfair. Why are you here, and not the valley?

There was something strange about the wolf. His eyes weren't quite right, nor was his stance, the way he inhabited his bones. 

Perhaps even more alarming was how much Hex saw of himself standing before him.