III

The air was electric – thick with magic and coursing with rage. She was gone. Not just physically – but mentally as well. It was as if someone had scooped her out of his mind entirely, leaving him with the uncomfortable silence of his own thoughts.

Cyril clenched his fists – digging gouges into his own palms in an effort to calm down. He’d need to be rational in order to track them down.

He inhaled.

held it…

and exhaled slowly – releasing his sharp claws from the deep trenches in his hands.   He considered them a moment, watching blood trickle over the sides of his palms before wiping them across each other. A faint glow appeared between them as they touched, and when they came apart he was healed. It was time to get to work.