"Tell me what you want," I pressed, the light in the circle flickering as the spirit’s presence grew stronger. "Tell me what will satisfy you."
The spirit hesitated, its form wavering as if caught between the past and the present. Then, it spoke in a voice like the rustling of dead leaves.
"Justice," it hissed.
Justice? What did they do to him? The Alpha and Luna don't strike me as the kind of people who would do something so terrible to have a spirit linked to them.
"We need to know more," I said, turning to the Alpha and Luna. "This spirit was wronged, and it’s seeking justice. But we must understand what happened, who was involved, and why it chose Michelle."
Michelle’s face was pale, her hands trembling in Mark’s. "I don’t know what it wants. I’ve never hurt anyone. I’ve never…"
