Iris
Closing my eyes, I hovered my hands over the stiff body of the King and called for the light. A sweet voice hummed in my mind, it was familiar, warm, and filled with tenderness.
I could feel the light flowing through my veins, opening my pores and concentrating on my palms, and making them warm and tingling. The light oozed from my hands towards the King. I could feel how weak he was. His Lycan’s soul and essence were corroded by the cursed platinum. It felt heavy, dark, ancient. I didn’t even know who could hold such a somber power. That was why the King grew weaker every time he was forced by a full moon to shift to his Lycan.
Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to focus on all the invisible light gravitating around me, the light within and the voice of the moon. Soon, my palms beg
