Page 26 of Her Fierce Dragon
She spoke her spell into existence, feeling the rush of power from the moon. It wasn’t as strong as when she merged her powers with Feno, but it should do.
The air around her swirled, lifting her dark locks from her neck. She closed her eyes and gave her powers to the moon. The quietness surrounded her, allowing her to concentrate on making a connection with her grandmother.
The sound of the wind died down, and she opened her eyes.
A bright light met her, her hands rising to her face to block it. She blinked a few times and looked around, finding herself in the interdimensional space that she’d met her grandmother in before.
But there was no sign of her grandmother.
“Grandmother?” Willow called out.
Silence greeted her.
Her heart sped up in fear. Last time she’d reached out, her grandmother had immediately been there. She turned in a full circle, seeing nothing but the white background.
“Willow.”
Her grandmother’s weak voice had her turning, frantic to see her.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw a transparent version of her grandmother. Her image was waning fast.
“What’s the matter, Grandmother?” She ran to her, unable to feel her. She reached for Delia, but her hand passed through her image.
“My powers are weakening. Please hurry, my child. I’m not sure how much longer I can last.” Her grandmother’s voice was filled with pain.
“Have they harmed you?” she asked.
“They’ve figured out that I have connected with you and have placed a witch catcher around my neck to keep me from using my powers. Thankfully, you and I are both strong enough to reach each other through the contraption.”
“I’m going as fast as I can. Please, hold on,” she begged. The contraption her grandmother spoke of would not allow a witch to absorb new powers from the elements.
Not being able to draw energy would certainly cause a witch to die.
“I shall, my child. I haven’t lived this long just to have rogue shifters to take me out.” A small smile appeared on her tired, drawn face. “Feno comes to you, my dear. He brings you one of the shifters. The magic you will need will be dark, and it will come to you.”
“Dark?”
She blinked, and her grandmother was gone. Only whiteness surrounded her. She sighed and pulled back on her powers.
Dark magic? She had never used dark magic before. It had always been prohibited by her coven to even dabble in it.
She opened her eyes when a sound off in the distance grabbed her attention. She turned to find Feno dragging a figure behind him, with Vander and another large man, she assumed was a dragon shifter, walked behind the captive.
“Feno.” She stood from the ground, frozen in place.
He threw a man at her feet.
“Can you retrieve memories from him?”
Willow looked closer at the figure lying at her feet and jumped as he stirred. By the black and blue that surrounded his face, she knew Feno had not gone easy on him.
It was the shifter from the bar and from her vision.
Dark magic.
How did her grandmother know what Feno was going to ask her to do?
She swallowed hard and glanced around before her gaze landed on Feno.
