~Grace~
“Please work, please work, please work,” I whispered to myself under my breath.
Enzo sat on the ground, in the center of a circle Christopher drew on the ground with what looked like salt.
He looked barely conscious, and I felt awful for him. But if this ritual worked, then he wouldn’t hurt anymore, and neither would the rest of the Lycans.
It all hinged on this.
I looked at the moon. It was low in the sky. It would be dawn soon, meaning Christopher and I pulled an all-nighter for this.
It would be worth it.
It had to be.
I paced around the circle, my arms crossed as I watched Christopher set things up. It looked similar to when he used the soul binding spell on us. Candles were set up around the edges of the circle, a symbol underneath each one.
“Do you need any
