Chapter 58

"Yes, but the others feared them and what they could do, it was the time of the witch hunts and sadly some were mistaken for being witches. Even some werewolf packs were hesitant of them, whereas others praised and worshipped them. It was a messy, complicated time. The depictions of their wolf forms are incredible in size and colours, of golds, reds etc. my point is if I'm right then you have more strength and power than any of us." We sit in silence, digesting father's words, his crazy words when he pulls out a book, earmarked at a certain page to reveal a hand-sketched picture, surrounded by foreign text.

"Chilli," I gasp, "it's your wolf form, your colouring of red, golden flecks, it looks so much like your wolf." Chilli stares on, speechless.

"After that day when I saw your power in person and up close, it got me thinking and reminded me of the old stories my grandfather would tell me about when I was a kid. He'd tell me stories about these fantastic creatures and