Page 40 of Heart of a Dire Wolf
Fuldar closed his eyes.
A wave of magic washed through the town. Everything it touched blurred, like watercolors running off a wet page. Squat, square red-brick buildings transformed into beautiful multi-story structures made of shaped wood and carved stone, and covered with tiny-leafed vines in filigree patterns. The trees interspersed throughout looked as tall as the Santa Barbara redwoods, and some morphed into types he didn’t recognize. From what he could tell, the whole town grew a lot bigger. The only things that didn’t change were the fall wind and the slushy, muddy snow on the ground.
Cheers and clapping arose from around the town. Nic had to admit the true version looked like an artist’s vision of a fantasy world.
Skyla touched his arm and pointed toward the three majestic central conifers. “The spirits.”
He smiled to see them dancing, visible despite the bright morning sun. He guessed this was the town they remembered.
Skyla nodded to Fuldar. “Thank you. I really will consider your request.”
Fuldar bowed respectfully and stepped back. “You are welcome here.” He flicked a green-eyed glance toward Rorabek. “And welcome to leave as you please.”
With that, the town elders turned and headed toward the conifer triad.
Nic hopped into the sleigh and settled in next to his mate. “Wanna blow this pop stand?”
She smiled and snuggled in under his arm. “Yes, please.” She twisted around to give him a fast kiss. Her magic fluttered over him like an intimate caress. “We have a date with a bed.”
