Jace – POV
"Zoe, what do you mean? What did you see?"
Zoe looked teary-eyed, wringing her fingers nervously. "I saw Jenelle chanting with some sort of herbs or powder, and she was mixing it in tea, pressing her hand to her stomach and whispering 'bind his mark, bind his will.'"
The silence in the room was like a vacuum. Elaria turned sharply toward her, her face paling beneath the shimmer of her violet tattoos. "That can't be… That spell is rare… dangerous… illegal even among witches. It requires the blood of the mate and willing intent from the caster." She turned to me slowly, eyes wide. "She’s using forbidden magic. Jace… she has bound your wolf."
Zoe stepped back, visibly shaken. “She’s trying to keep him leashed… forever. She’s been free to roam the packhouse as she pleases. She’
