Large ravens cawed as they hopped and pecked along the ground as the Lycan King led the group down the pathway from Eilean a’Chaisteil and back to the stone spiral. All eyes were on the birds, glued to their movements, wary for their intentions. Tate followed closely next to Jaelyn, his fingers prickling in anticipation as the umbre de sânge waited just under his skin, waiting for the command to be released and taste the malevolent faerie once more. He wondered if he could destroy the
Siofra while they were in this state, wondered if they would remain dead or multiply like they had in their humanoid form.
Even as they waded close to the ravens, edging along the glen to enter the eddy of rock, the fowls did not pay them any attention. Yet, equally disarming other than another possible at
