Genesis
Cree, now in his full wolf form, was going ballistic, slamming against the invisible shield I had erected around us, his roars of anguish tearing through the air.
Arcania loomed over my mother’s body, the dagger ready to do more damage, her eyes fixed on me, savoring my torment. But I was done. She was so busy posturing for me, trying to show me just how much of a bargaining chip she thought she had, that she didn’t realize I was dismantling the intricate magic she had my mom entombed in, slowly, carefully. Mom noticed when it was gone, a flicker of awareness returning to her eyes. Just as Arcania brought the knife down for another blow, Mom used her magic, a sudden burst of power, to stop t