Chapter Nineteen

“How do you know this woman? Where did you meet her?” his mother asked him.

“She has been in my dreams. I have been having these dreams where she comes and she stares into my soul. The dreams, there is a burning house there. Hold on. Let me see if I can make a sketch of it” he said as he grabbed the notepad and started to draw in it.

It took a couple of minutes and that seemed to be like forever but he was done soon enough and when he was done, he handed it over to her and she looked at him. She shook her head. There was no possible way that could be possible. This woman was dead. She was known to be the last burning flame wolf and there was no way Alexander knew her because he was barely a month old when she had died. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel. All she knew was that he was the last burning flame wolf. The woman in the picture was the last female burning flame wolf. If she was right about everything, the woman in the drawing was his mother, his real mother.

“Mom