Celeste and Delila had reconvened in the center of the room, the older witch having used another summoning spell to retrieve the small bag of ingredients Celeste needed from our tent. The two of them were working quickly to lay items out, but I realized I could scarcely perceive anything as the world around me wobbled. Or it was me who was swaying. Lyka spoke, his grip tightening on my arm, but I struggled to understand.
The roaring in my ears had grown deafening, and I felt a familiar tug on my wolf. He howled and writhed in agony, but unlike all the other times he was in pain, he didn’t force himself forward. Instead, it felt like he was trying to retreat further within. Pain wracked through me, and I trembled violently. If Lyka hadn’t been there to steady me, I would’ve fallen to the f
