Kiana
The outer ring of rocks on the hill were etched with symbols and held offerings to the elements.
Water from the largest river on the mountain. A feather willingly given from a bird.
Earth enriched and blessed. And fire sparked from the kindling of the land.
Words from the spell rose up in my head as I was marched through the circle. Below me, an enormous audience had gathered. Most of the wolves were grotesque and foaming at the mouth. It seemed to take all of their energy to be still. Those who weren’t mutated seemed so small, but there was nothing innocent in their gaze as they watched.
In the silence, I heard someone roar Lunessa’s name and then mine. Turning my head, I watched in horror as Troy and London were hauled to the front of the audience and forced to their knees.
