“I am not trying to ignore it,” Eleanor snapped softly. “I am trying to understand what is going on.”
A low sound, almost amused, echoed in the room.
“It is not yours,” the being said. “That much is clear.”
Eleanor’s jaw tightened. “I do not practice dark magic within pack borders, and certainly I don't do it for fun.”
“And yet it lingers here.”
She turned finally, meeting the shifting outline with steady eyes.
“Do you know its source?” she asked.
The being’s form flickered. “I know only that it is deliberate.”
Eleanor’s stomach twisted.
“Deliberate how?”
“It was cast with precision, not something born out of desperation, it has a purpose.”
Her mind raced.
“Could it be an outsider?”
“Perhaps.” The answer was evasive.
Eleanor crossed her arms. “Do not toy with me.”
“I am not,
