Nyx
My wolf didn’t just give over control. She sank deep in me, almost as if she were retreating to lick her wounds. Rhyson’s look of disgust had broken us both, and when I emerged, I started to shift. Nobody said a word as someone handed me some clothes.
“Is there any way to fix it?” I asked without looking up. “Can you use magic to repair my bonds?”
Janelle looked over at Irene and then back to me. “Honestly, I have no idea. There isn’t much information on wolf magic that’s available to witches. I’m not even certain how a witch would have gone about removing them to begin with. Your best course of action is to find the witch that removed them and hope he knows how to fix it.”
That didn’t bode well.
Even if I could somehow get the information from my father, it wouldn’t do me any go
