Odessa's POV
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My desire to help Kaelos and the others, right here in Blood Oak, led me to the ceremonial ritual building in the pack house compound.
I sat at the centre of a black circle I had drawn with several runes conjoining it like the joints of a limb. Candles were placed on top of each rune, their flames waning and rising in tune with my magic.
And then for the real tea.
"Are you sure about this?" Marcellus asked from a corner of the dimly lit room, his spectral form visible only due to the lights spilling from cracks in the ceiling. "Once you truly tap into the Vein... It can consume you. We're—"
"Look around you, Marcellus." I interrupted, squinting. "The world is literally fracturing under the brunt of whatever the fuck Ryker is doing. First, it was you, but who knows how many more unwanted ghosts are let loose out there?"
Marcellus was silent now, his arms folded in front of his chest.
