Chapter 25
AleksandarBoxon
Vervain Hall
The silver circle was a testament to Luis’ ingenuity. Silver forks, spoons, and knives had been hastily arranged around Miles. It was not a perfect circle, but it was unbroken and strong enough to hold a fledgling beast.
“Don’t come any closer,” Miles warned. Caught in a partial shift, cloth hung off him in tatters. Fur covered his arms and chest. Claws flashed. His face retained a human shape, if he had more teeth than usual.
He paced the circle, the claws on his feet tapping the ground.
“You promised, you promised!” Miles threw himself at the circle and bounced off an invisible barricade. He hissed, rubbing his shoulder. “Do it! What are you waiting for?” He slumped to the ground. “Please. You promised.”
Alek clutched the blade. Silver humme
