"None that walks among us. The Moon Goddess has blessed this child with the Spirit of the Wolf. A mantle spoken of in the Scrolls of the First Age, belonging to an age when the gods walked among Fae. The Spirit is dormant now, but will awaken when his body reaches the age of readiness, and when it does, he will be able to take the form of a wolf."
"A wolf," Atlas repeated.
"A wolf, My King. The Scrolls of the First Age promised an era where wolves walk among Fae. The Goddess will bind the Spirit of the Wolf to a worthy soul, and that soul shall have the ability to wear two forms. The Spirit grants the shift."
Atlas looked at the boy. The boy looked back at him with gold eyes that were six years old and carrying a gift that was older than the stone they were standing on.
"Can I go play now?" Lucian asked.
The priestess's mouth twitched. Atlas's did the same.
"Yes," the king said. "You can go play."
