I stood from Iepa's bedside, gesturing for Gram to join me, leaving the maji to Sassafras as Oliver followed into the hallway and listened in on our mental conversation. Danilo, I sent, tense and trying not to feel excited by the prospect considering what he suggested might be a terrible idea, tell me again.
It's simple, he sent as if it really could be. Femke was in no condition to handle the invasion of Konstantin's soul when it happened. She'd been tortured and drugged, correct? I had no idea of the full details, really, but assumed as much from the terrible condition she'd been in. The former wereking went on when I didn't answer. But I'm prepared. And in full control of my power. He paused then. And I have a singular advantage, being a werewolf. A creation of the Black Souls. I understand them and their magic.