The hedge-witch confessed between sobs. She named the heart-rot used on my mother, the Wolfsbane Heart in my incense, and the years she had supplied Fiona. Every answer matched an entry in the diary shaking in the Head Elder's hands. The pack turned toward Fiona. I watched Selena.
The link between us remained, faint and greasy against my awakened wolf. It tugged at my power along the path Fiona had made ten years ago. I followed the pull to Selena and severed it with one act of will.
Selena dropped at once.
She screamed as the silver glow around her sputtered and died. The last thread between us snapped. Without my power, her body could not hold the health and beauty Fiona's work had given her.
Her glossy dark hair turned dull and brittle before the crowd. Red blotches spread across he
