Kieran's POV
The moment Astrid said "I'll do it, Your Majesty," I knew it was going to break Magnus.
She stood firm, voice steady, but the hollowness in her eyes said enough. Her body still carried the toll of the last ritual and yet, she was willing to do it again.
"We'll need nightroot," Astrid said, turning to Cyrin. "And ember salt. Three blood sigils, one for the mind, one for the soul, and one for the wolf. The containment has to be spiritual, not physical. We'll need a containment glyph stone too, there should be one in the storage vaults."
"You don't have enough strength to carry out another full binding ritual, and you know it Astrid," Magnus cut in, again.
Astrid didn't even flinch. "And if we don't bind the wolf, Magnus? She'll wake. She'll rip through this hideout like tissue paper."
"I know that," he snapped, pacing like a caged animal. "But there has to be another way. Something else."
