EVANGELINE.
I walk across the rocky ground of the chamber, the rippling waves in the lake and the wind settling a little. My own aura glows around me, illuminating the darkness. It’s still as cold as it was the last time we came, and I wait as I go down on one knee.
I need to slice my hand and wait… Scanning the ground, I select a jagged sharp rock and pick it up, slicing it into my palm.
The slight sting of the sharp rock cutting into me is barely noticeable due to how cold it is. My fingers feel numb. I hold my hand out, letting the blood pour into the lake, just as the castle clock hits twelve. The gongs echo in the dark cavern.
I close my eyes, waiting.
His aura lingers, but he’s refusing to appear. I take a deep breath, knowing this is the only chance I have.
“Alpha Raziel, firs
