Anaiah's POV

I assess the young man in my presence, he couldn't be more than twenty-five. He removes a small black and white butterfly from his pocket and it rests on my hand.

"A butterfly? What's going on?"

"It led me to you," He says. I look at it again, it has unique colors,

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus,"

My hand flies to my chest and a  gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he's here and how did you enter...