Chapter 63: The Blackwood Legacy
ARIA POV
The dirty book fell from the top shelf, hitting me on the head before thumping to the floor. I rubbed my head, muttering under my breath. Three days of looking through the pack’s oldest records, and all I had was a headache and dust in my hair.
Jaxon was still healing from Elder Malin’s attack. While Lucien and Kael hunted for the traitors with the Broken Moon marks, I had chosen to search for answers about my own family. If my father was directing the First Wolf, maybe understanding my bloodline would help me find a way to stop him.
I picked up the fallen book, ready to toss it aside when gold writing caught my eye: "Bloodlines of the Ancient Packs." My heart skipped. This could be it!
Flipping through the pages, I found what I was looking for – Blackwood. My father’s family name.
"The Blackwoods," I read aloud, "descended from the third son of the First Alpha, carried the gift of spirit walking. " Spirit walking? I’d never heard of such a thing. Reading further, my mouth went dry.
"Those of pure Blackwood blood can separate their spirits from their bodies during the full moon, allowing them to see distant places or even enter the minds of others temporarily."
I thought of the strange dreams I’d been having – watching events unfold as if I was floating above them. It hadn’t been dreams at all. I’d been ghost walking without even knowing it!
The book slipped from my hands as the library door burst open. Lucien ran in, his face pale.
"Aria, we need you. It’s Jaxon – something’s wrong." ________________________________________
Jaxon thrashed on the bed, held down by Kael and two other dogs. His eyes were open but glowing a strange red – the same red I’d seen in my father’s eyes in my vision.