"I'll be right back!"
"What is it, Cassian?"
"I found it..my bond!"
"Then take this! Once you have subdued it stab this into it and yourself and chant the words on the paper!" my grandfather said as he handed me a couple of large white iron nails with strange symbols on them and a piece of paper attached to one of them.
"Ok."
After my granduncle Vranlowered himself closer to the ground, I leaped off the dragon and landed at the source of the aura, and howl. A large flat mountaintop.
"It really was you!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
The gold-cuffed black wolf I fought when I first woke up in the forest was still alive and he had grown much much bigger. His fur was now thick and pure white, his small black horns had also become more visible, the wound I left him in between his eyes was still there and he still had the golden cuffs on his limbs.
"WOOOO!!! GRRRRR!!"
