Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
I whispered.
He turned his gaze to me, eyes steady and unreadable. “Magic doesn’t care about what you want, Sierra. It reacts to what you are. Your fear. Your focus. Your will. If you hesitate, even a little, it will unravel. And something will always pay the price.”
I looked at the rabbits again. The brown one looked up at me with wide, curious eyes.
I closed mine.
I could do this. I had to do this.
“You will use this,” the warlock said, handing me a parchment. On it, ancient runes were inked in black and red, swirling in sharp, elegant curves. “Read it aloud. Slowly. Focus on the link between them. Imagine them becoming one.”
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