'You belong to us. Stand with us.'
That was the voice Quinn kept hearing when the war began, a whisper that burrowed into her mind, that wrapped around her thoughts like vines, that pulled her toward the darkness with pure, relentless force.
Both her wolves could not speak, as if they were spellbound, their voices silenced, their presence muted. So Quinn followed after the voice, draining her allies, her body moving without her permission, her powers turning against the people she loved. Pure horror at her own actions warred with the black magic's hold.
However, both Seraphine and Voren were strong, their energy vast and deep, so she wasn't finding the draining easy. It was taking much longer than the normal drains, her power struggling against theirs, fighting a battle she couldn't win. Pure resistance from their strength left her trembling.
