The c***k in my connection to my wolf gets worse every day.
It's subtle at first.
A slight hesitation when I try to shift.
A moment where my wolf's instincts don't quite align with my human thoughts.
But by the third day after Silverpine, it's undeniable.
"It's like there's static," I tell Helena during one of her checkups.
"Between her. We're still connected, but it's... strained."
"That's the price of channeling raw magic through a bond that wasn't designed for it," Helena says grimly.
"Aldric warned you this could happen."
"Can it be fixed?"
She hesitates. "I don't know. Maybe with time and rest. Or maybe it's permanent. Magical injuries are unpredictable."
"I don't have time to rest," I point out.
"We have less than two weeks before we need to move on to the third node.
