He had to be very careful. The spirit forms in this realm were more fragile than their physical bodies in the mortal realm, and it had been so long since he played with his food.
But he had to separate the man and the wolf. To consume one now would consume the other. No joining that manipulative b***h. No chance of rebirth for either of them.
He had the man and the wolf cradled and bound, each to a different tree. The man sagged against his restraints, his head lolled to one side, and the wolf was secured to the roots of a tree thirteen paces from him. The Necromancer gathered at the apex, thirteen paces away from them both.
He reached a tendril of fog to the man’s mind first. Kieren. Kieren Hartwin. He rifled through his memories. There was so much to work with here.
You rejected you
