"What do you mean, Evelyn. What did you find?" My dad asked.

"I don't know if you know this but when witches perform magic, it leaves a signature. It's not specific enough that I can tell who this witch is, but I can tell that she doesn't have good intentions. Her magic is dark, and it concerns me that she casted no spells to hide herself. She also had this," she said, holding up a shirt. "It smells like Cameron, so I'm assuming you are the focus of whatever she's doing."

"I lost that shirt about 2 months ago. That's probably when she arrived on our territory. But how did she get through when you have a magic barrier up that alerts us when someone crosses the border?" I felt my unease grow, knowing that she had something of mine. "And since you were able to touch something, does that mean we were safe while we were there and she wasn't?"

"Oh no, dear. She had her things coated in magic that would've paralyzed you the moment you touched anything. I'm a very powerful, very capable witch, though, so I was able to touch some of her things and use them to feel her aura. It's dark. Darker than I've seen in many years."

"Could that be why Cameron is feeling drawn to the cave?" Talia asked. "She had something of his. Could she be doing something, some sort of spell, that's making him want to be there?"

"It's possible, but the magic signature on this shirt feels more complex than just a summoning spell, or something to draw you to her." She explained. "If it's alright, Cameron, I'd like to try something. I want to search your soul, see if there's anything tied to you. See if she somehow was able to use your shirt as a sort of link."

"If it'll help, I'll try anything. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing. You just come here and sit on the floor in front of me, facing the wall." She said, taking a seat in her couch. "I will place my hands on either side of your head. Just try to relax, and let me do my thing."

I hesitated before standing and walking over. I know I needed to do this, and I will, I'm just worried about what she might find, and what it will mean. Or, even worse, she finds absolutely nothing, and then we're back to square one.

Sighing, I pushed myself up from my chair and made my way to her. I sat down and crossed my legs, trying to clear my mind. I felt her hands touch the side of my head and then, nothing. Everything went black. I tried to breathe, telling myself this was normal, everything was fine. Just as I started to panic, my sight came back but instead of sitting, I was laying on the floor.

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"What happened?" I asked, standing up and taking note of the concern on my dad and Talia's faces. I turned to look at Evelyn and she looked pale and out of breath. "Someone say something!"

"Son, I'm not sure what she saw or what is normally supposed to happen when she does this, but when she touched your head and closed her eyes, her fingers started to turn black almost immediately. Then, tendrils of black started creeping across your forehead, towards the middle. She jolted, and that pushed you away from her, which is how you ended up on the floor. The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes."

"Alpha, has Cameron ever come into contact with a witch other than myself?"

"No, not that I'm aware of. Penelope would have told me if he had when I wasn't around. Have you, Cam?"

I shook my head. "You are the only witch I've ever knowingly met."

"What did you see, Evelyn?" Talia's voice was shaking as she asked. "I was nervous before we got here, but I just watched blackness spread across my mates face, and I'm bordering on panic right now. What can you tell us?"

"I'm not exactly sure what I saw, to be honest. There was a wall I had to break through, one put there magically. The signature was a little different than the one in the cave, so it wasn't the same witch, but it wasn't completely different. That leads me to conclude that the witch who put up that wall is related to the witch we have here. The wall seemed old, as if it was put up a long time ago, which is why I asked if he'd ever seen any other witches.

"Once I got past the wall, there was almost nothing but darkness, which is what I'm assuming presented itself on our skin, a defense mechanism of sorts. There were only two things I was able to find in the darkness. Neither one of them put us any closer to figuring things out. Cameron," she said, turning to me, "your wolf is special. I don't know why, but when I saw your wolf in your head, he had an upwards facing crescent moon on his head, which I know your wolf has, but he was also surrounded by a shimmering white aura. Do you see that around him in your head?"

"No, I don't. He has the crescent moon, but no aura surrounding him. What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure exactly what it means, but the feeling I got was... almost indescribable. He emanated power, and I felt the need to submit to him. I'm not a wolf, I don't submit to wolves, that's why he seems special. He holds power that rivals mine, but in a different way. It's hard to explain."

...I feel it, Cameron.

What do you feel, Osiris?

I feel different since she knocked that wall down in our head. I don't know what's different, but I know I don't feel the same.

I felt a little light headed, so I finally made my way to the kitchen chair and sat back down. I grabbed Talia's hand and pulled her up out of her chair and onto my lap. I buried my face in her neck, using her vanilla and cinnamon scent to calm me down.

"What was the second thing you found?" I heard my dad ask.

"The second thing I saw also involved Cameron's wolf. I saw the white aura around the wolf, but there was a red line attached on one side to his crescent moon marking. The other end of the tether was attached to a black upwards facing crescent moon. The black marking was on the forehead of an all white human shaped figure. They were standing right next to each other. They were connected."