Chapter 61: Hunting The Hunter

I think Quaid was just as shocked as I was.

Every other time the two of us even brushed skin against skin, there was this instant seal, a melding of power. I always found it simple to form a bond with his magic, if not with him personally. But, suddenly there was a barrier between, making us weak in the face of the creature. I found myself moving slowly forward, being pulled by the thing, linked to it for some unknown reason and unable to work myself free.

And from what I could tell, Quaid was in the same boat. Whether it had to do with ours being the first power it encountered when it awoke or something else we couldn't explain, the thing had a thread, a line to us it used to draw us out of the safety of the site and into its hungry arms.

Over my mother's dead body.