Marked by Midnight
“These shards scatter into glowing orbs the size of tiny tennis balls and spread around the organs like this.”
He continues, his voice low and steady, undivided attention to the book before him. “These balls then cause something negative to the werewolf, that is, depending on the wolf’s specific gift. So instead of hearts, which we associate with affection and life, ‘balls’ feels more accurate. Because it’s like they’re placed there specifically to mess with you.”
I nod slowly, my brows dipping further as I stare at the open book. “I see…”
My next question feels heavier, and scarier, but I have to ask it.
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