Eighteen

Caspian wasn’t kidding. Warlocks had magical powers that they often embedded into physical items, like crystals. Each crystal acted as a conduit of some sort, and they all performed different things.

What we needed was one that recorded real-time moments with the ability for it to be stored and played back. If we caught his mother in the act of trying to kill me, we could prove her wicked ways and have her title and power removed at the very least. Then, she would no longer be a threat to me or Caspian.

He could finally be the King I knew he could be, without the oppression of his mother.

The only problem was the relationship between Warlocks and Werewolves, or the non-existent thereof. There was no chance they would allow us anywhere near their territory, let alone a favour as big as that.

“If there is no way they would lend us a stone, why are we entertaining the idea?” I asked Caspian over dinner that night.

“We may have someone of use, it is said that there are trade alliances bet