If I could use it to put down the soul-torn wolf, then Maddox wouldn’t have to bear that weight. He could judge me for being a killer all he wanted, but the world was falling apart. Someone had to save it.
Perse clucked her tongue. She didn’t like what I was doing, but she didn’t have a say in the matter.
Another howl, closer this time, made me drop the keys as soon as I picked them up. I bent and plucked them off the floor. The metal pieces bit into my palm, reminding me that I was very much alive right now.
Right now.
That could easily change in about ten minutes.
I shoved my arcana into the coyote skeletons. Life drained from the earth around me. I said a smallthank youto the things that gave up their life so I could do this. I hated the balance of the world. Sacrificing one life for another just to use this cruel arcana didn’t feel right. I wanted to pull back again, but there was more at stake than just my own life here.
I wasn’t going to make this wolf anyone else’s problem.
“Ready, Perse?” I asked, looking around.
The ghost woman had vanished.