Haven
An ominous voice danced through ’s head as he opened his eyes and adjusted his aching body. ?Complete the ritual.? Wiping blood away from his face, he found his footing and moved at a steady pace back to Griff’s discarded bag. The sounds of the ongoing battle faded into nothing as he held the satchel up. Digging through it, a smile crossed his face as he pulled out the Dagger of King Lycaon.
A bloodied Alo stood at the nearest yard line, the color absent from his eyes and his outstretched arm pointed directly at . “Wolf with Two Powers,” he whispered.
“Wolf with Two Powers,” whispered Dachre as he paced the field in werewolf form.
Their hushed voices awakened a dozen stunned werewolves from their unconscious states.
?Mondamin, she’s in my head again,? telephonically pleaded. ?She’s not in full control yet, but she’s pushing me.?
The reluctant werewolf looked from the dagger to his pack. Though Darcy stood only feet away from him, a fiery blast of light emanating from his fingers, remained completely still.
Suddenly, it was as if everything was clear to him. He knew what he had to do.