Not exactly sure how to answer the voice in her head, she stares helplessly at Stacey, wondering how to participate in this conversation, silently screaming ‘What do I do!?’ in her head.
Stacey’s lips twist in amusement at her obvious struggle. “Don’t give yourself a brain haemorrhage, pudding. Just think of what you want to say to me. This is actually how we, in the whole pack, communicate with each other, with no need for telephones. It’s called a mind link, a connection between our wolf spirits that allow us to hear each other's thoughts, through the spiritual plane. Now, you aren’t a member of a pack, nor do you have a wolf of your own which is necessary to be able to share the link, but lucky for you, this witch knows a spell or two.” She smiles smugly.
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