What spell?” Jonathan pressed.
“A binding…” the wolf gasped. “It seals the truth… locks the name away…”
The lead witch narrowed her eyes.
“Then release it.”
The wolf let out a broken, bitter sound.
“I cannot release what I did not cast.”
Silence fell again—but it was no longer empty.
It was dangerous.
Jonathan’s gaze swept the Council slowly.
“Then someone here did.”
Damon’s body convulsed as the magic surged once more, his wolf screaming under the strain.
“Break the spell,” the wolf begged hoarsely, “and I can tell you… everything.”
The chamber fell into a suffocating silence.
“Break the spell,” the wolf rasped, “and I can tell you… everything.”
Jonathan’s eyes moved slowly across the circle of witches. No one spoke. No one moved.
But someone flinched.
It was subtle—barely
