Book 8: The Face of Evil

Evander

I’m not sure what I expected Kenna’s wolf to look like. I hadn't expected this, however. 

Her night-black fur shines in the faint light cast from the windows where magic is whizzing through the air as a battle ensues outside. Her fur is so dark that it sucks the light from the room and turns it to diamond dust that falls from her as she moves toward me, her silver eyes blazing with mingled worry and surprise. 

She’s small–smaller than the average wolf, for sure. The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder as she brushes against me. 

I feel her power the second she touches me.

Unmatched strength. Ungodly powers I’m sure even she doesn’t comprehend. She is a hybrid of several forces combined into one tiny wolf, and I have no idea what to do with her now. 

I have it in mind to find the nearest closet and lock her in it, preventing her from putting herself in danger, but we need to find her father.