Chapter Eighteen
She didn't know what to expect from Izban summoning her tornak. And yet, this wasn't it. The moment he'd spoken the words of his spell, a white smoke had risen around Macey, covering everything from view. If she reached out, she could still feel Luc and Jared next to her, and she could sense the others just beyond them. But she couldn't see or hear them. Instead, there was nothing but smoke. It filled her senses. Touch, sight, smell, taste, everything was smoke. She hadn't even realised that was possible, but she should have long ago learned that anything she thought couldn't exist, probably would. That seemed to be part of life in the big wide world. It saddened Macey to think of how sheltered and clueless she'd been while she lived in the loch.
"Hello?" she asked the s
