My wolf prowled inside my chest, restless and furious. I could feel her testing the boundaries of my control, pressing against my ribs like she might burst through skin and bone at any moment.
The seventh chalice sat in front of me, darker than anything I'd ever seen. The liquid inside didn't just absorb light. It consumed it. Devoured it. Left nothing but void in its wake.
"Drink." The Duchess's voice cut through my panic. "Before she decides she doesn't need you anymore."
My wolf snarled in response, the sound rumbling through my throat. She wanted control. Wanted to take over completely. After years of being silenced, she was done waiting for permission.
I grabbed the chalice before I could think better of it. The material was warm, almost body temperature. Wrong. Everything about this felt wrong.
"What will it show me?" My voice came out strained, fighting to keep my wolf from forcing words that weren't mine through my lips.
