“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, staring blankly at the Queen Mother.
Did she mean that literally or was it a figure of speech?
“A wandering spirit,” she repeats patiently. “Some kind of apparition, I guess… Like our wolf spirits inside us, but this is a different kind. A powerful one. Wandering spirits do not need hosts like our spirit beasts, they are capable of existing out there without a human to share a physical body with. They are pure energies that are so dominant and potent that they can be dangerous because they are ungovernable. Not only can they manipulate but they can also manifest forms on their own.”
My mind immediately goes to my necklace. The crystal that the king told us is alive. What does it mean? If our mother is not, in fact, a lowly omega like we once believed… well, the
