ZADOK

Weak. Too weak. 

I felt my wolf try to support me with strength but that was all it was. Staying inside this circle was cruel. I couldn’t heal myself and I could feel life zap out of me as the minutes passed by. 

Shilhi stood in front of me with a smile that made my blood boil. “How does it feel being at the receiving end of the torment you once dished out to me?” She asked, having a field day by her expressions. “I’m sure you regret ever laying your hands on all those clans you brutally murdered with the hope of exterminating the ancient witches.” 

I spat...