Chapter 18
Tiny ears. An elongated snout. The barest indication of ripples in stone fur.
A wolf sculpture was forming beneath my fingers as the rough rock in my right hand gradually abraded away the softer limestone in my left.
The ancient artist—back in her cave—set the figurine on the flat surface of a boulder-turned-altar, allowing us to view it from all sides.
The wolf she’d carved was more slender than the one I’d been given in the airplane. Well, more slender in most places. Its belly bulged as if it had just feasted...or as if this was a mother ready to give birth to young.
I shivered—or would have if I’d had any control over my current body. Instead, all I could do was watch as we began to chant and twirl.
Around us, the light of half a dozen lamps provided flickering illumin
