Chapter 117: The Black Souls

They were waiting for me, naturally, the full complement of them. Over a hundred sorcerers, the tunnel's exit landing me on a cliff face somewhere in a mountain range. Cold, bitter cold, washed over me, but I ignored it. Henry's fluttering protest, how he tucked against me to protect himself from the chill wind that buffeted both of us was my only reminder I wasn't alone.

While the ravening power inside me begged to be set free to feast on such a bounty.