Jasmine’s breath continued to shake like shattered glass in her chest as she rested against the frigid stone wall of the Council’s chamber. Perspiration glued her hair to her face, with strands adhering to the edge of her lips. She expelled them, shaking, partly in anger, partly in fatigue. The soul trial had left her sides hurting, her essence ripped apart, her wolf growling in a cage she struggled to keep closed.

But the Council wasn’t done with her.

High Seer Calandra, with her blind ...