Chapter 12: The Aconite Crown

The red fog came up through the stones like water flooding a hold. Four thousand wolves started to scream at once. It didn't touch me. It came at me, curled, and slid away — but everywhere else in that temple, wolves were going down on their knees clutching their chests. Halvard made it three steps before he fell. The King's Fang, the strongest warrior in six packs, hit the marble on all fours with black lines crawling up his neck. "Aconite Crown," he gasped. "Luna — it's not a killing...