Broken heart

Macgrover's James sighed deeply, his mind absorbing the images the spell brought up and his face showing boundless displeasure and fury. He knew Valerius. He was her man of absolute trust, but he was starting to overdo it. And Philip...

The girl was raised among wolves as one of them. The blood coursing through her veins had aroused the interest and awe of the Council of Ancients. Macgrover raged with triple rage at the memories he'd taken in of that wolf. They had given their daughter another name, he grew up among wolves like a practically abandoned cub. He was a beautiful young woman, he had the same beauty as Koriander although the red and shiny hair was inherited from his ancestors. The emerald green eyes indicated strong, ancient magic. The girl possessed Elemental magic. She was a primal

It was what he feared most. He needed to find her.

-Gather search groups. His voice was strong and clear.

His eyes blazed with fury, the magic fueled by negative energies like rancour and revenge. Immediately, he withdrew the dagger from his belt and cut his wrist, letting a bloody stiletto fall to the floor. His lips softly invoked an ancient ritual in a forgotten and little-known dialect. A summoning spell. He was going to use the bloodline to summon the girl so he could find her. And a protection spell. That no one would find her if they weren't worthy. Or he could hurt her.

Valerius flashed a very satisfied smile. Everything turned out better than planned.

James sighed. The spell... would protect the girl. He expected an answer from the leader of the wolves... he feared more than Valerius and his betrayals of the dark order. A separatist sect of the coven of unscrupulous religious warriors who sought to gain power.

He needed to make sure they didn't get to the girl before the alpha of the wolves.