I pick up the small book and open it carefully, trying not to miss any part of it. The pages are thick and light brown, the words are written in a nice writing that feels too good for the kind of darkness it holds. The first thing I notice is a bold heading, The Severing Ritual.
"Severing Ritual?" I read under my breath, picking the words slowly. My voice comes out small in the silent room, I frown my brows and continue reading.
It speaks of a ritual that has been done many years ago, one that tears a bond apart not between lovers, but between souls. The kind of spell that leaves a scar so deep, it passes through generations. I blink, trying to make sense of it. The book says the ritual was meant to protect the pack from something evil, something that shouldn't have lived among them. There is only one way to save that soul.
The writer says there is only one solution, but the next page is torn. I run my fingers over the ragged edge, frustration building in my chest.
