At this moment, I did not even know how I was still alive. My heart seemed to be revolving. Every inch of my body was stretching, compressing, living, dying… and above it all was a cold hum that was the Link!
When Vrakth died, the thing that had bound the Moon Fox to him, a leash of blood and longing thousands of years old, did not die with him. It came loose and cast about for a heartbeat, blind, looking for the nearest soul that was most compatible with its previous home… and as it turns out, I just consumed Vrakth's soul, and it found me.
I had Vrakth's soul in my channels. I had just become, in the fox's reckoning, whatever Vrakth had been to it. The link that had belonged to the demon for who knows how long snapped its loose end into me, and I felt it sink in, cold and deep, a hook in the soul I had not asked for and could not pull out.
