(Dorian's Perspective)
Freed of the gauzy threads of Sandy's restraint, her magic couples with her talisman's and is amplified by the goddamned rings that—like Sean told me— I never should have given her. In the instant her name is out of my mouth, I feel the violent upsurge in her Fae power, feel her unraveling, succumbing to its dominion. The shrieks and cries of the terrified pack members nearby mutate into exclamations and gasps as the Water magic inside her engulfs and takes control.
The initial potent pulse, inside the building as she is, sends an invisible shockwave rolling outward in every direction. The low whoosh as it passes reverberates in a throbbing echo, fading slowly until it sounds startlingly and strangely like a living, breathing presence. Like the heartbeat of some gargantuan invisible beast.
