Chapter 8

I’m dreaming, Cato thought to himself. This was all just a dream. He looked out at the forest clearing. The full moon shone, lighting up the structure in the middle of the clearing. It was an old temple ruin. Seemed to be giant blocks of stone packed in a ring with blocks of stone lying across them creating an arch. A similar yet smaller ring of stone ran within. At the center was a stone altar. Cato caught a glimpse of gold and knew what lay upon that stone.

“So,” Cato murmured. “This is where the wolf brought you.”

Suddenly, out of the forest emerged a white-haired wolf. Its fur was long and danced as though caught by a breeze. The entire forest, Cato noted, was hazy as though a bright light radiated from the very essence of everything.

The majestic animal loped over to the altar. As it stepped into the moonlight the wolf transformed into a woman. Cato struggled to make out her appearance, but he knew that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.