Fangs, Furs And Spells
“Let them sense. Let them circle. That only ensures I know where to strike. And strike I will. Lyra Hale… you don’t even know the storm you’ve unleashed by simply existing”
Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the panes. The world was shifting, and soon, very soon, it would be impossible for her to hide.
I leaned closer to the chalice, whispering a soft incantation. The flame inside it danced brighter, almost alive, and I imagined her blood coursing through it, glowing, calling to me.
I smiled, letting the darkness inside me stretch, coil, and wait. “Let the hunt begin”
Bab Populer