Gom pulled the stopper and dripped its fulsome contents onto Wycan’s tongue. . . . 
Wycan swayed, grabbed for the table, and held on . . . 
Gom watched him anxiously. . . . “Are you alright?” 
Wycan looked up, glassy-eyed. . . . “I’m fine. . . . What is that muck?” 
“I can’t say. At least, not exactly, you see—” Gom broke off. The spell had worked.

Gom pulled the stopper and dripped its fulsome contents onto Wycan’s tongue. . . . Wycan swayed, grabbed for the table, and held on . . . Gom watched him anxiously. . . . “Are you alright?” Wycan looked up, glassy-eyed. . . . “I’m fine. . . . What is that muck?” “I can’t say. At least, not exactly, you see—” Gom broke off. The spell had worked.

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Wycan - Chapter 6

Wycan - Chapter 6