My body shook with anger, but I wove our magic around me, forging bonds of fire and light and shadow. Iron bonds wrapped around the beautiful part of my soul that I had come to love—my twin, my wolf.
A weight clamped down on me, and my eyes sprang open. I gasped in pain and horror at the sudden hollowness inside.
The light from the glowing runes around us faded. The Dark God was gone, and so was my wolf.
In her place was a fury at Dragan, who had cut me. At the Dark God, who’d forced this on me. And at myself, for not being able to find another way.
I would free her. And I would have my vengeance, no matter the cost.
Though I wanted to scream until my lungs bled, it was all I could manage just to roll to my side and whisper, “I’ll release you, Wolfie. I promise.”
But there was no response.