No response.
Wolfie?
A deep dread settled over me.
What was happening with my wolf? Was the Dark God intruding on our connection?
A litany of questions tightened around my heart as we backed out of the cemetery and headed down the dirt road.
Had I really brought the Dark God with me, like the ghost had said? And what had she meant when she’d said that he had his claws in me, that he’d consume me like the sea?
All I knew was that with each passing minute, I felt more and more like a liability to Jaxson and the pack, let alone my own family. I was losing control of my wolf. What if I lost control of myself?
Dragan had taken over my body before—first, to make me walk into the arms of a lurking noctith demon, and then he’d tried again in Pere Cheney. If Dragan could do that, then the Dark God would be powerful enough to make me dance like a puppet and turn me into the monster of werewolf legend.
The twin-soul will steal the wolves from every werewolf who resists them and will leave your people weak before the Dark God.
I had to get rid of the Soul Knife. And if things kept going to shit, really to shit, I needed to find a way to lock myself away, despite Jaxson’s objections. Maybe then, the pack would have a chance.