The Luna’s Revenge
She could feel it eating at her strength, her will, her very essence.
“You swore an oath,” she gasped. “The magic will…”
“The magic will do nothing,” Evander interrupted. “Because I swore on my immortal soul. But I’m not immortal. Not yet. So the oath has no power.” He knelt beside her, his face close to hers. “You should have thought of that loophole, little wolf. But then again, you’ve been playing a game you didn’t fully understand from the beginning.”
He stood, addressing his warriors. “Take her. Prepare the ritual circle. At moonrise, we complete the spell.”