Today was the day of the summoning ceremony.
TAlyna pushed her body up from the floor and completed her fitness routines. Her strength had returned. Physically, she was now one hundred percent. She looked at her body in the mirrored wall, assessing the healing process of the more than twenty puncture wounds she’d suffered from Caedmon’s teeth—or rather the teeth of the lion were-creature he was forced to turn into.
It had been only a few days since he had flown away in dragon form, but it felt like decades. Her bodily wounds were completely healed. But what about her spiritual wounds?
She normally wouldn’t brood over injuries, whether they be physical or emotional, but this was a different time. Pukak had gone. The mage tribe was in chaos. They now worked with Ethesus, their lifetime op
