Bab 131: Snowstorms & other Magicks. (2)

The wolf inside me roared to life, and I felt the connection between us grow stronger, pulsing beneath my skin. Energy surged forward and like a wave crashed through me it flowed down my arms and to my fingertips.

The moment my skin touched his, I felt a connection that nearly knocked the breath out of me. His pain, his exhaustion, the fever—it all surged through me, and without any conscious thought, my hand burned against his skin.

The power flowed from me, into him. The colouring on his ribs began to reduce, as pain poured into my chest. The wound on his forehead also began to close slowly, the flesh knitting itself back together. But my power was draining away, dizziness crashing through me. The wound had partially closed but the skin over his ribs was completely normal.

His colouring had returned, his breathing evened out. I could feel the warmth of his fever dulling beneath my touch the strength of his body starting to return.