On Saturday morning, I held my breath while carefully pouring some of the potion into a large black marble bowl, then I cut my finger and let a drop of my blood fall in.
"Do you really have to cut yourself?" Kay asked with concern, but I just smiled in reassurance.
"Just sit there and be quiet," I ordered, "You worry too much."
Jayce touched Kay's shoulder, trying to offer comfort, though I could see the worry in his eyes too.
As I began chanting the spell, I poured the liquid over the map. "Chartell moriah," I whispered the final words of the incantation, and the liquid pooled into a small blob that began to move across the map.
"Please... Please... Please," I murmured, watching intently, only to frown when it settled next to our pack's territory. and color of the liquid changed.
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