Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
Five black crystals in total, buried in the dirt, forming a perfect, geometric circle right around where I had been standing.
Black magic.
"Kori," I whispered, the name tasting like ash on my tongue.
Luka stumbled out from the trees. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and completely blank. He was staring right through me, his jaw slack as he looked at the empty space on the blanket next to me. He was breathing in short, ragged gasps.
"Luka, stop!" I shouted, rushing toward the edge of the circle. My foot hit an invisible wall of force, throwing me back onto the grass. "Whatever you think you are seeing right now, it isn't real! I am right here! Can you hear my voice?"
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