"Again," Marina said.

The four wolves in the practice circle looked at her with varying degrees of exhaustion and she looked back with no degree of sympathy whatsoever.

They were not performing the Crimson Pact. That was done. What Marina was building now was something different, something the ritual had made possible but had not automatically produced.

She was teaching the four root frequencies to the wolves who carried them.

Not the magic itself. They already had that. She was teaching them to hear their own frequency at the root level, to identify it the way she could now identify all four simultaneously, the specific sound of Bloodfang versus Silvermoon...