CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Eastwei sliced his fingers across the air in front of himself and the cloud quickly dissipated. The magic faded and he turned to their hostess. “Do you know how the cracks could have been formed and what the beast has to do with them?”
Wuhel cupped her chin in one gnarled hand and studied him with a faint smile on her pale lips. “That is difficult to say without having been in the presence of the beast but one does wonder if there is a coincidence in the form the magic took.”
“Very doubtful,” Yushir mused as he strolled to and fro behind the chair once occupied by Eastwei. He paused and pointedly looked at his old friend. “After all, he was part of the wolfhound clan, was he not?” Eastwei’s eyes took on a hardened look and he curtly nodded.
Fuhel clapped her ha
