Queen of Wolves
“You should have stayed in your throne room, King.”
The witch’s laughter slid across the gray expanse, cold and echoing. When I finally looked over my shoulder, she was there if that distorted shape could be called there. A silhouette woven from smoke and shadow, her form never fully solid, her eyes glowing faintly through the haze. She did not belong to this realm.
But neither did I.
Aluna trembled inside the burning circle. The dark markings climbed higher up her arm, inching toward her heart. Her spirit looked smaller than I imagined, paler, fragile, surrounded by ritual symbols that pulsed with crimson light.
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