Betrayal under the wolf’s moon
I began slowly, piecing it together, “I can’t fully unlock my power.”
Della nodded. “Not safely.”
My throat tightened. “Well, where is it?”
Della’s brow furrowed. “I can try to find it.”
She stepped back, raising her hands. Pale blue light formed between her fingers, swirling like liquid starlight. The spell took only a few moments—a whisper of ancient words, a flicker of intent. Then her eyes flew open, wide with disbelief.
“No,” she whispered.
My stomach clenched. “What?”
Della looked at me, her expression livid. With her next words, the air seemed to leave the clearing all at once.
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