"Aramith?" Mozrael wondered why he just stood still.
Lynnor's grip tightened on her weapon, her eyes sharp with suspicion. "Something doesn't feel right."
Mozrael swallowed, her gaze lingering on Aramith for a moment longer.
The shadows had hidden everything. No one had seen. No one could know.
And yet, for reasons she couldn't quite put into words, a strange chill curled in her chest.
All eyes were on him and as they watched, a faint outline of the wolf appeared around Aramith and disappeared.
It happened so fast, the others didn't see it, but Lynnor wasn't your average person. She narrowed her eyes at Aramith.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded, her usual playful tone absent.
Jade and Mozrael looked at her.
Aramith steadied himself, inhaling sharply. He had absorbed the beast's essence, but something felt... wrong. The darkness within him was moving, shifting unnaturally, as if something else was now inside his soul.
