The basement exploded with light. The black salt circle on the floor flew into the air, scattered by my power.
Alpha Silas screamed. He fell backward, covering his eyes. "What? No! The ritual was working! You were empty!"
I stepped forward, out of the broken salt circle. I felt the Moon-Shield root working in my blood and I looked at my hands. They were glowing with a bright, pure white light.
"The only thing empty uncle is your head," I said. My voice didn't sound like a normal human voice. My wolf was speaking through me.
Annabella was frozen. She was still holding the silver dagger, but her hand was shaking so much that the metal was clicking. "Faith? But... the dress... you looked so broken!"
"It’s called acting, Annabella," I hissed. "You should try it sometime. It’s better than
