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collected his thoughts as he sat idly by the fireplace. “And just how does a ghost, or memory, or whatever you are plan to resurrect me?”
“There’s a reason some of your kind were so desperate as to bring me back from the dead,” teased Theodulf.
“And that is?” asked, raising a brow.
“Here,” said Theodulf, opening the box in his lap and pulling out a familiar-looking necklace recalled him wearing earlier. “Put this on.”
examined the piece of jewelry, surprised at how intricate and familiar it felt in his hands. Supported by a silver backing, the pendant took the shape of a wolf’s head. The wolf’s eyes were each a pearly, shimmering gem that glowed a milky blue. The precious feldspar minerals appeared almost colorless until their opalescent schiller caught the light.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“The first moonstone, yes,” Theodulf responded.
“I-I thought this was just a legend,” said, a smile slowly forming on his face.
“As your witch possesses a sacred channeling artifact known as the Mystic Medallion, this one—the Moonstone Medallion—once belonged to me. It has been lost to lycankind—my one and only true magic bloodline—for centuries.”
“And why are you giving it to me?”
“Because he’s going to need it. And after that, so will I.”
closed his palm around the moonstone. He still had so many questions. “The prophecy says you’ll come back, and you and the queen will rule together. Is that true? Is she alive?”
“She is alive again, but I think there’s a little fabrication in there,” Theodulf chuckled. “All prophecies have some added fluff.”
“What’s Griff got to do with this?”
“He’s about to face Luna and her army of resurrected werewolves,” replied Theodulf.
“What will this do?” he lifted up the fist that held the medallion. “I mean, he’s not a werewolf.”
Theodulf paused thoughtfully. “Your witch has summoned forth the powers of the Original Witches by way of invocation. It’s a spell that allows a normal witch to invoke the powers of the strongest, oldest witch in their bloodline. Because he is descended from the First Witch, however—and we all originally received our magic from her—he can summon any of us to help him in battle.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means you and I don’t have much time, and neither does he.”
swallowed hard. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but somehow he knew it made sense. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just tell me, what do I have to do?”