“And if Darius dies in there?” Rowan shot back. “What then? Who pulls him back?”
Sela went quiet.
Darius looked at Rowan. His second. His brother in all but blood. “Rowan…”
“I won’t let you do this alone,” Rowan said. “You may be willing to gamble your soul, but I’m not willing to lose you, neither is the pack.”
Sela sighed. “Very well. But if either of you lose focus in that realm, if she panics or fights you, I can’t protect your bodies. Once the soul leaves, you’re in her world. Her rules.”
Sela’s eyes glinted as she turned from Cassandra’s unconscious wolf form and said in a clear voice, “I’ll need salt.”
Without hesitation, the healer handed her a small carved bowl of coarse white salt. Sela knelt gracefully, her movements fluid with purpose and power. She dipped her fingers int
