#Chapter 82 – Consequences of Prophecy

Orion snarls, more wolfish than he usually is, as we all appear in his living room suite and he hurls the stack of scrolls onto his coffee table. “I don’t get it!” He storms away to the very small marble bar built into the corner of the room and begins to pour himself a big glass of whiskey as Laila fidgets, looking anxiously at the scrolls. “Oh, go ahead,” I whisper to her, giving her a nudge with my elbow. With a tiny squeak Laila goes to her knees and begins to pick up the scrolls that fell to the floor, stacking them nice and neat on the table, just how she likes them. “What don’t you get?” Anton asks, his hands in his pockets as he moves towards Orion. I move with him, curious about the answer. “Besides all of it?” Orion growls, taking a long drink of whiskey and then pouring himself some more. “Anything that’s written in any of those scrolls, or the actions of anyone in my family, or what the hell is going on with any of this!?” “All right, so, everything is a great