Chapter 680: Potential

I was just funneling my power back out through the others when I felt the whispered touch of maji magic in my mind.

Sydlynn. Iepa, my maji guide/pain in the rear embraced me gently.

Don't tell me this isn't allowed, I snapped at her in auto-defense mode. Because that would be just like her, popping in at the time when happiness was a thread of power away.

She released me, sighed softly. To the contrary, she sent. What you're about to do, the freedom you offer them, is how the werewolves were meant to be.

Huh? What do you mean?

The sorcerers didn't create them, per se, she sent. Yes, they finished the job, sealed the shifting race to them. But the initial creation was mine.

You again. I wished I could throttle her. Why didn't you rescue them?

I couldn't, she sent. But you can.

Why am I so special? Bitter? Naw.