Damon led her towards the table where the pack leaders sat. Off to the side, she noted an elderly man with a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes sitting next to each other at the end of their table. The pair of them stood up and approached Aila, bowing their heads as the elderly man took her hand and shook it.
"Aila Cross?" His raspy voice asked. She nodded and smiled at the man. His back straightened as an electrical jolt travelled through him; she could tell a form of power shot through him as her hand felt the powerful energy radiating off him.
The man pulled her into a mind-link, "Ah yes. You are your mother's daughter. You may be a mirror to her and her kind heart, but I also see your father in you, courageous, strong, a leader. May you use the power of your ancestry wisely. Once knowledge is found, it cannot be unfound. Others in the past have struggled with such knowledge and abilities." He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her blankly.
