CHAPTER FOURThe SpellSilas’s POVThe taste of pennies drowned in syrup coats the back of my throat. It feels like choking on smoke, but my hands remain perfectly still as I hold the ceremonial iron dagger."Do it, Silas," a voice purrs inside my mind. It has a smooth, hypnotic and a soft velvet cadence to it, wrapping around my thoughts like thick ropes. "Slice your palm. Bind yourself to me, your soul is mine. I am your Luna."My body moves without my permission. I press the blade to my skin. Deep in the back of my mind, my wolf is howling in pain, his claws tearing at the walls of my own skull, begging me to stop. 'Wrong! Not her! Wrong!' He roars over and over again. But the voice in my head, the foreign, lulling sweetness hums an inviting melody and the fog settles right back over my eyes.Quick as light, I draw the blade across my palm. The pain barely registers as I have endured much worse. The blood wells, dark and hot.Noelle smiles, her eyes flashing with a gleam of triumph
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