Mage of Wolves のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

It only took a few moments for me to regain my ability to move. Once my arms and legs were under my control again, I scrambled to my feet and took in the situation. It was Brice! He’d flung himself at Verina and knocked her down. Now, he was attacking her. She hadn’t seen him coming, so she was completely caught off-guard. But now that she had recovered from the shock of it, she was rearing back to strike. As I stood, pulling my staff to my hand, when sent him flying off of her.

 The representative from the council did not look intimidating by any standard measurement. Perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps if he had been some huge, hulking man, or some evil looking mage, I would’ve found his presence more worthy of concern. I did need to be concerned. Both Ben and Sam had taken me aside since Verina’s death and told me how serious something like this can be. When the council gets involved, especially in the New World, and yes, the body was old enough to think of it that way, there was a problem. They didn’t just come all th

Talking to the entire pack in public is much different than getting Ben’s personal opinion about something when we are alone together. He’d already told me how he felt about not only me training with The Nut, as I had taken to thinking about him, though I had yet to use that nickname aloud, but about going to Europe and trying to earn back my ancestral lands. Once the rest of the pack scattered to their rooms, to the kitchen, or outside, I pulled Ben aside, in the room that we were sharing for privacy’s sake and asked him, “Are you sure this is what I should be doing?”His blue eyes widened as he looked into mine. “Sure. Why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to train from a member of the council? I’m certain he’ll be able to instruct you, even though he doesn’t look like much of a master. I’m sure he’ll surprise you.”

“When you close your eyes and envision the forest, what do you see?’ Nuthatch asked me as we stood in the clearing. I wasn’t expecting that sort of a question before we began our training, but I supposed it was a legitimate inquiry.“What do I see?” I repeated, tapping my chin as I thought about it. “Well, it depends. Most of the time, I see a river of color flowing all around me. Other times, I see the animals that I can hear or the flowers that I can smell. Sometimes, I see the people who are connected to me through the forest.”He was shaking his head. Apparently, this is not what he wanted to hear. “All of those are images anyone would see through meditation. When you think about the forest herself, the entity behind the power that courses through you, what do you see, specifically?”

Mage Nuthatch was in his room on the phone when I walked into the house, so I decided to wait for him in the living room. I had no idea what he was doing, who he was talking to, or why, but there was little I could do until he decided to come out and talk to me. I hoped that I hadn’t broken some other rule I was unaware of when I created my unicorn friend. There really needed to be a handbook of some sort for new mages. I was sitting there, thinking about the sorts of information that should be recorded in such a book when Melanie walked in, an odd look on her face, something between a smile and a timid questioning stare.“Hi, Mel,” I said, looking at her with an arched eyebrow. “Everything okay?”“I think so,” she said, walking slowly as she crossed the room and sat down in a chair near where I was perched on the end o