Eleanor Bishop's house was nothing like what they expected. Instead of a mystical cottage or a fortune teller's lair, it was a modern craftsman home with clean lines and large windows, nestled among towering Douglas firs. The morning mist clung to the trees, creating an ethereal atmosphere.
"She's waiting for us," Marcus said quietly as they approached the front door. "She's probably been waiting since before we decided to come."
The door opened before they could knock. Eleanor Bishop was a tall woman with silver-streaked dark hair and eyes that seemed to shift color as she looked at them. She wore simple black pants and a cream sweater - no flowing robes or crystal balls in sight.
"The vampire who denied his heart," she said, looking at Marcus. "The wolf who defied his pack." Her gaze shifted to Kai. "And the young one who bridges worlds." She studied Samantha. "You've all changed since the paths first showed you to me."
