224. Athena
Pain.
It started as a dull throb before it turned into a wildfire consuming my entire head. My little body twisted in agony as a foreign force invaded my mind, clawing through my memories as if tearing through flesh.
"Kigan, take over," the man ordered, irritation lacing his voice.
The moment the name was spoken, a figure stepped forward. His eyes glowed a sickly yellow, the color of something unnatural, something cursed. He smelled of magic and herbs—thick, suffocating, and tainted with the scent of decay. He was no wolf.
He was a witch. A dark wizard. The kind looked down upon by our kind and even their kind.
Kigan smiled, a cruel and knowing curve of his lips. In his hand, a pendant gleamed, the power radiating from it like a pulse of dark energy. He whispered to it,
