DIMITRIS POV

Luke, Ben and I sat in my office going over every possible reason, theory and hypothesis as to why a Clan Elder would want me dead. The room was now full of books that Luke had carried down from the library, and we each had our own stack to go through, looking for any other vital information. I myself was trying to remember a time where I might have come into contact with a witch, a Clan, anything. I never had. It didn't make sense, not to me anyways. Wolves and witches were enemies, we had been for centuries. According to the book I was reading now the...