"Conspiracy?

Cecelia's heart grew uneasy at the word. She's been exposed to too many conspiracies these days. She still had no idea where the crippled werewolf came from.

For two days Marvin had told Cecelia everything he knew.

Marvin knew nothing of the crippled werewolf's origin or purpose. He's an outcast in the family, a hybrid, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to prove his value to the family. How could he possibly know information about this crippled werewolf?

"What conspiracy? Marvin, tell me!"

Marvin turned and pointed in one direction. "Presbyter Cecelia," he said, "I've been feeling magic coming from that direction. I'm afraid, barring accidents, some...