Iris's magic forced its way through the broken vow and fouled every memory it touched. Blood ran from my nose, ears, and eyes. My body struck the silver chains until the links cut to bone.
The Soul Stone's magic had been cold and exact. Her talisman tore through years at once, dragging private memories into the damaged ritual and leaving none of them whole.
The screen filled with fragments: rain on a cliff, a rogue's blade, a wolf falling into mud. The stone had stopped sorting the memories. It was tearing through them.
An unfinished howl sounded over the square. The image changed before the wolf hit the ground, then returned to the same rain from another angle.
The head elder bent over the diagnostic runes. Every one had turned black.
“She is almost gone, Alpha. Stop now or there wil
