Chapter 15
“Let me in, let me in, sister mine. A wolf in sheep’s clothing knocks at your door. I am harmless it whispers to your mind. Just open it a bit, and then a bit more. Now, shut the door, shut the door, sister mine. Lies for the truth are what are in store.” ~Lorelle’s spell
Lorelle knew her sister well. After all, centuries together revealed much. She knew that her sister hunted at night, which meant she would slumber during the day. Of course, getting Volcan to understand that meant they needed to do the dreamscape sooner rather than later was like ripping her own finger nails off one by one.
“How can you be sure? If you attempt to enter her mind while she is awake, she will know, and then she will be on guard even when she sleeps,” Volcan argued.
Lorelle reached for all the
