POV: Jake

“The trouble was not that people believed in the child. It was that belief was spreading faster than truth.”

“Say it again,” I said, my voice echoing against the cold stone walls of the command center, the torches flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the stillness of the room.

The scout swallowed, his throat moving convulsively, he looked like he hadn't slept in three days.

“The fields healed overnight, alpha. It wasn't a gradual thing, and there ...