#Chapter 144 Paths

I kept falling and falling as if there was nothing but space beneath me, then I turned and realized that I wasn’t falling but flying up. Wind rushed over my face and I slammed into water. Bubbles drifted around me, but I could breathe even as I seemed to be surfacing. Slowly, I started to hear voices. “You’re sure?” Someone asked. “She mentioned silver coming from the ground and that golden-furred idiot on the cliff,” another person said. “I am certain. What that means only time will tell… Perhaps the elixir was a bit too effective.” What elixir? What were they talking about? Who were they? I could recognize them as… not a threat exactly but I didn’t know for certain what that meant. “But… I thought you said it was a long stretch. Wasn’t her dad like the weakest kind of werewolf?” I pushed against the darkness in my mind. They were definitely talking about me and they were right. Steven wasn’t of an awakened bloodline. There wasn’t anything special about him except for hi