He gripped my hand and led me away from the crowd. It was getting hot and the cool sea air felt welcome. His muscular arm wrapped around my waist as we walked along the sand.
Ungrateful beast, I snarled, kicking his hind legs.He growled at me and gnashed his teeth. He thought now that he was in his wolf form, he’d be stronger in defending himself against me.
He was in for a rude awakening.Manifesting a knife, I caught hold of his tail and sliced it off in one swift motion. Blood gushed from the wound as he fell to the ground, howling and writhing like a dog.Although his tail was of no particular use for my purposes, I regretted injuring the animal. I’d hoped that my first attempt at taming him might be enough, because I hadn’t wanted to do anything that might eat into his strength. I needed him to be swift and alert for the journey. I was dependent on him.
I grimaced at the thought.A warlock dependent on a dumb brute.
Such a notion would have been sacrilege only a few thousand years ago. It just showed how much our own kind had brought us to ruin, and so quickly. I had suffered from the complacency of our authorities in The Sanctuary. I had been one of the later generations born after the Ancients had already passed on… except for the most tenacious of them.
If it hadn’t been for my aunt, Isolde, I never would have seen the light. I never would have had eyes to see the destruction we were causing ourselves by following The Sanctuary’s so-called leaders.This is more like it.
I closed my eyes again, relishing the feeling of his strength enveloping me. Protecting me. Keeping me safe. Just as he had done since the day we met.I’d thought that talking to Mona would at least ease my uncertainty and doubts. Now I partly wished I hadn’t talked to her. Our conversation had only added more heat to my already burning mind. The worst thing was, there wasn’t anything anybody here could do about it. We had all these theories, but no way of actually confirming any of them since we were all stuck on the island. And if I was honest with myself, even if we weren’t stuck, there was still no way of knowing unless one of the black witches behind all this decided to reveal their true motives.
Derek and I had tried to comfort each other, but there were only so many times we could say to each other that Ibrahim and Corrine were the best people to find our daughter. Even though it was true, it didn’t stop anxiety eating away at us.I left Derek at home and headed toward my father’s treehouse. We’d been promising each other that we’d make time for each other for weeks, but we still hadn’t followed through. It seemed that there would never be a perfect time, so I decided to go and visit him now.