The Black Wolf
“How is he doing that?”
Zevarion and I exchanged a look, helplessness heavy in the silence. We couldn't answer that.
“Since he left, the magic here has died,” she said softly, her voice no longer angry but hollow. “But somehow, this book…” she gestured toward it lying on the floor, glowing faintly, “...holds so much power it allows me to shift.”
“Okay, can you shift back?” I asked gently. “It’s just, it’s hard to focus with you fluttering around.”
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