Raiden woke to an odd sensation in his arm, a burning that he'd never felt before. He sat up and stared at his arm, where the swirled markings glowed slightly. He'd forgotten about this momento of his and Astrid's time together, but a thought entered his mind as he stared at it. "Morwen!" he growled.
The still frame laying on the other side of the fire didn't answer at first, but shifted so that her icy eyes were glaring at him. "What, wolf?" she muttered.
He held out his arm for her to see. "Can I communicate with Astrid through this?"
A fleeting look of curiosity crossed the witch's face and she got up to take a closer look. "Interesting," she said quietly. "You bound yourself to her."
"She'd been struck by a Fiend," Raiden replied. "A healer made the connection so that she could he
