Above their heads, dark clouds loomed.

The shaman, Ainsley's father Alister stood with his arms raised high, holding the magical totem of Jave. His lips moved, signifying a silent incantation. Nathaniel relaxed, feeling connected to Alyssa during the duration of the spell. He knew she wouldn't understand, but it was okay to him. After all, who gets pulled into the ancient marriage ritual with a wizard?

'Now, stand inside the circle and hold hands."

Alister possessed grey ...