Psithurism 14.1

"Then who is he?"

Era broke the short silence that had fallen after her confession. She had waited, but Oscar hadn't said anything to her. Instead, he kept looking at Philo with a look that only deepened her confusion.

The situation was indeed disturbing. Era was well aware of that, especially since she was the object of all this. She didn't want to be kept in the dark. She wanted to know every bit of information available, at least so she could anticipate who she was up against.

So, Era looked back and forth between Oscar and Philo and asked, "You both know them, don't you?"

"Yes," Oscar finally replied, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Philo has been investigating. Most likely he is a werewolf from The Elven Pack."

Era frowned. "Elven pack?" she repeated uncertainly. "I don't know them."

Oscar nodded. "Of course you don't. You only know the Xylvaneth Pack."

Era narrowed her eyes. "Are you mocking me?"

"Not at all," Oscar replied quickly. He wiped his face briefly. "In fact, it