Cain paused the recording again. He let out a hiss as his arm burned. He looked down at the wound; the poison was spreading even faster. He knew he wouldn’t survive more than another day at most.
He took a drink of water and then continued his recording.
“For years, I tried to throw them off, giving them only little bits of information while I tried to solve the mystery myself. I needed to know how the werewolf and the fae were connected and whether or not the powers of the fae could still be used.
“I kept hitting wall after wall. I knew the wolves were related to the fae, but I was missing something important. I couldn’t figure it out until you unintentionally brought it to my attention.”
Cain smiled, thinking of Caleb, his honor, and his passion for doing the right thing.
