Chapter 113: Seven and Efta

LANCE

At that moment, I instantly regretted killing Sam's blood hog. It wasn't up to my hands to take her life. This Faerie… Sam deserve justice. For his father.  It's supposed to be him, holding her head in his hand. Not me.

Shadow… I called on to the deepest part of me. To the shadow I begin to recognize as another entity. I became one with him in my body. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't get his consent about things I decided to do – using his power.

I can feel it stirring in my gut. Without the actual words, he knew what to do. He agreed with me. I smiled. I pick up the Blood Hogs body and tuck her head in my side. 

"What are you doing?" Magnus asked behind me. I beamed at him.

"Correcting my mistake. Which way?" Magnus indicated the moss covered plywood. With my bare hands I tore it apart. He whistled.

"Since when did you become this strong?" He asked, kidding around.