Theban Alphabet

“All right.” Adonis said with a smile.

“What?” Anna asked, finding it bizarre that he should find anything funny in those circumstances.

“You, Anna. Even when you're wrong, you're right.”

Anna laughed too.

“Remember that when I start giving you advice.”

“I would never forget.”

Anna saw a glint of desire in his eyes, but it was like lightning. So fast, she could have imagined it.

“Shall we?” She asked. And they got into the car, and as usual, the train left. When Anna arrived at the old house, there was no one in the house or in the plantations. They had probably also been summoned to mourn. She noticed, as they passed the small houses built along the way and even the corrals, that they were all decorated with a black flag with a yellow werewolf drawn on it.

“That wolf, is it the symbol of a house?”

“No. It's the symbol of the transformed werewolves.”

Anna thought. Adam was making a beautiful tribute to the dead. But useless, in her opinion.

Anna went downstairs w