Page 146 of Savage Blood
You tricked me. You do not wish to bond.
You wish to merge.
Blood coated my teeth as I laughed again. And again.
You are not strong enough to reconstruct me within you.
“It’s already happening. Look at it this way; you’ll be whole again.”
The Infernal Sol never meant to leave that tiny shard inside of me, and I felt its desire to be reunited with it.
A few moments of silence stretched before the amulet spoke again.
Perhaps this will be a new, exciting journey to experience.
“There you go! Way to look on the bright side.”
As if it had any other choice.
But I understood its need to have some semblance of control in this situation. The Infernal Sol would no longer be an object for anyone to possess. It would be within me forever. It wouldbeme.
A wash of warmth and power hit me once the stone finally surrendered. The ancient, eons-old power submitted to me.
Very well, Tate. You were skilled enough to trick me. You may be strong enough to bear my power for eternity.
But be warned, my madness will be your madness. My hunger will be your hunger. You will not have me as an excuse when you cause chaos and destruction.
Because it will be you behind the darkness.
I shivered as those foreboding words sank into my bones. This ancient force would still crave those things, and I’d have to keep myself in line, in control. There would be no separating myself from the power.
Marcel’s scream tore through my doubt and hit me right in the gut.
That was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
My sanity for the lives of thousands of shifters.
Repeat this phrase three times, Tate, and I will re-form all my power within you, become you.
Sameinast facti raftur veroa.
I took a shaky breath, knowing this moment would seal my fate.
“Sameinast facti raftur veroa.”
Barric cocked his head to the side as he scrutinized me, the amulet floating away from his chest.
“Sameinast facti raftur veroa.”
Unease twisted through his luminescent irises as the blood slowed its oozing from my now that the Infernal Sol worked to heal me.
“You’re too late, Barric.” I tutted. “You just weren’t that fucking worthy.”
His eyebrows slammed down, and he lowered the copper bowl full of blood he had collected from me while it ran off the table. “What are you?—”
“Sameinast facti raftur veroa.”
Something stirred within me, like waking from a deep slumber, yawning and reaching out. Familiar warmth pulsed right alongside my inner wolf. The stone around Barric’s neck roiled and then melted into my outstretched phantom hand like a puddle of blood floating in my palm.
