It was like he had been rudely woken up from someone shouting right next to his ear. That's how Mark felt when he opened his eyes and found himself sitting at the small dining table, Amelia holding his hand tightly.
He blinked a few times, disoriented by everything that had just happened. A strange man had appeared. Hair in the color of a raven's feather, changing with the light and piercing eyes. A seductive smile with murderous fangs and horns. Yes, he had two small pointy horns on his head and pointy ears, only their edges visible as he spoke.
"Who was that man? Why did he seem to know we were there? What happened?" Mark began showering Amelia with questions hoping she would at least answer a few of them. The woman sighed. Why was everything difficult with this lot? She was simply planning on giving him a reading, show him the bad future that awaited him if he stayed with the wolf, try to warn him but somehow he messed with the viewing of fate.
