Chapter 25

Calyx

I don’t know why I even suggested doing a binding spell. I just didn’t want her to try to leave me again. Desperation clawed at my chest as I felt my magic hum through my body, the sickly darkness closing in on me. She was the one thing that seemed to stop those dark whispers, binding her to me … would it save me? Save us? I don’t know, but I also couldn’t risk another failed attempt at the ritual. The second she agreed, I lifted the spell drowning out our voices as I grabbed her wrist leading her out of the noisy tavern. The sounds of chatter and music filled our ears, almost deafening from the silence.

As we stepped onto the busy street, I searched frantically for a secluded spot where we could perform the ritual. My hands trembled with anticipation and anger as I thought about what she had done. It was just a simple spell, requiring only a cut on our palms and a few words, but I wanted to make her work for it. Make her prove her devotion to getting her wolf back. I had given