Chapter 184 Drought In The Packlands

• ~ Cassandra ~
• The room Draven had provided for me was vast and grand, yet strangely empty, save for the floating gems I had placed in the center. Each one hovered in the air, pulsing with energy. The atmosphere was thick with power, the kind of magic that hummed in the bones and tugged at the core of your being. I could feel it before I even touched the sigil’s bracelet on my wrist—the pull, the hunger, the potential waiting to be unleashed.
• The bracelet felt cool against my skin, but as soon as I latched it into place, the energy in the room surged. My breath caught for a moment as the gems responded, their glow intensifying, as if drawn toward me, toward the bracelet, like moths to flame.