Chapter 16: So Dead
(Aspen's POV)
The metallic tang of the market lingered in the air as I held the ancient silver totem in my hands. Its surface gleamed faintly under the dim, uneven lighting, intricate runes etched deep into the metal.
I turned it over, my fingers trailing along the carvings like they were tracing secrets only I could read.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured, allowing a touch of awe to mix into my voice. My lips curved into a soft smile as I glanced toward Viktor. “But it feels... powerful, doesn’t it?”
His wolf stirred beneath his skin—I could feel it even through the muddled scents of the market. His pale eyes gleamed as he stepped closer, looking entirely too pleased with my interest.
“It’s rare,” he said smoothly, his voice colored with pride. “But for you, any
