Chapter 80. More Different than Others

RONN

As far as stories go, this one sure has got a lot of weight with it.

My throat itches for more of ale, or something considerably stronger; anything to blank out mind; but one look at Keilen and what she had become in the last few minutes turns my stomach to lead.

I almost wish it was a dream. That she had not switched to some demon wolf at the verge of ripping me in two. That she had not said what she just told me, speculated that the annis had possessed her. Either is too wild to be true.

“It’s not possible,” I had said.

All she did was laugh, in a dark, dark manner that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

I begin pacing the room, one hand in my pocket, closed around the stone. It’s cold in my grasp but at the same time, comforting.

“Why? Why would she…do whatever she did to you?”

She cocks a brow. “You mean amplify my powers?”

“Amplify?” I stop pacing, throwing a glance her way, “Well that’s one way to put it