Ferrah
I stared at the band around my wrist in silent astonishment.
I never would have expected Onyx to think of something so clever. Making his anti-magic wards into a shackle was impressive enough, but he did it in a way that wouldn’t compromise the freedom of movement that he had promised me.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I tore my eyes away from the iron and looked at him questioningly. I should probably be angry, but I was too surprised.
“Think of it as insurance,” he answered. “I had this band made to make sure that you can’t use magic in pack territory. I have the only key, so in a way, it’s personal insurance as well.”
I let his words sink in before speaking again.
“You know that the threats on my life were working just fine, right?”
“Were they?” he asked curiously.
“Have I done any magic since I got here?” I shot back in irritation.