The Wolf's Call (Book 1)
Dark blood seeps through his pale skin.
I kneel quickly beside him, trembling so hard I can barely hold myself steady. The spell in my hand has changed—it’s written in clear, concise English now. The words shimmer like pure firelight, and though they are heavy, ugly, rooted in the dark, they feel fiercely alive and necessary.
I take a single, deep breath and start reading, my voice surprisingly strong despite the shaking.
“From ash to bone, from blood to breath,
Tear the veil and defy death..."
Bab Populer