Lily POV
I stared at Uncle Tobias as if he'd suddenly grown a second head. His expression remained deadly serious, but the words coming out of his mouth were so absurd I could barely process them.
"Let me get this straight," I said slowly. "You want me to come with you? Just... leave? Right now?"
"As soon as you're discharged," he confirmed, his tone matter-of-fact, as if he were suggesting something completely reasonable instead of utterly insane. "We need to begin your training immediately, prepare you for what's coming."
"Training for what, exactly?" I asked, unable to keep the incredulity from my voice. "How to be a mythical werewolf princess?"
His jaw tightened. "This isn't a joke, Lily. The Shadow Council will come after you now. I can feel it." He looked toward the window, tension radiating from his body. "If you're not ready..." he trailed off ominously.
