Galleytrot went first, his earth power tied to the chaos of the Wild Hunt, the song of the end of the world humming around him. I watched him create cracks in the hold of the bonds between, breaking them apart with the soaring vibrations of the Wild's music.

They werewolves shuddered as a whole, Maksym's eyes widening, but I gestured for them to stay put.

"Phase one," I said. "My turn."

Galleytrot observed as I allowed my sorcery to explore the last bond, the one ...