The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha
"Dominic, filius meus, hear me. I call to you, through shadows and distance. Answer my voice."
The water in the bowl began to swirl, as if stirred by an unseen hand. A hum filled the air, vibrating through Martina's fingers. The blood mingled with the water, turning it a deep crimson. The words flowed from her lips, rhythmic and ancient:
"Umbra voco, vinculum sanguinis.
Dominic, respondeto. Loquere cum matre."
The room grew colder. A presence brushed against her mind, and Martina's eyes snapped open. The water stilled, reflecting a dark, formless void. No image appeared, only silence. Unease crept in - why couldn't she see his location?
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