Prologue
"Kiara."
"Dimitri."
Silence ensued between them. The cub that she cradled in her arms rolled around, and showed her its round white belly. She scratched it gently with her index finger.
"Do you think… the time has come?"
Smiling beneath her silver drape of hair, she answered in a soft, silky voice, "'The time of the wolves be the time of the humans, so they reconcile.'" Solemn was her voice, as if she was reciting an ancient prayer. "Do you remember that?"
"Of course I do," he answered. "'The moon will shine on the old world's guardians, and peace will thus drift the seas.'" He paused, wishing his sister would answer the unsaid question. When she didn't, he continued, "But that doesn't answer my question."
Without a word she looked up at the sky, her platinum hair moving away from her face, revealing her pearl-pale face. Her voice even softer than earlier, she whispered, almost only to the wind, "The time… comes when it comes… brother." He just looked at her in acknowledgement. "For now, we'll just have to wait."
He sighed. He never quite understands his sister whenever she speaks in rhymes, riddles. Never does it sound right to him. "Sister…"
"Dimitri, you can stop being persistent," Kiara said, looking back at him with her usual, curly brown hair hanging down her shoulders. Dimitri looked up to see her back to normal, so he stood up from his laying position in the grass. But he kept silent, wishing his sister to continue.
"He is coming."