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2.27. Labyrinths & Liches, Part Three

The full moon is close enough that Nikolas’ transformation is quick. The haste is hardly warranted, though: the wight is slow moving, unbalanced, and possibly disoriented.

Fenrir’s hand quivers as he points at it. “What is that?”

 “I don’t know,” Sadie replies, “I think it’s a zombie or something.”

“Fight?” Nikolas growls. He glances at Sadie for approval.

“I’m not sure how,” she says, “like, is this a ‘must destroy the brain situation’ or what?”

“Bite,” he snarls.

“Let’s not? Just give me a minute to gather my senses, okay?”


“No! Maker, what is wrong with you?”