“As I was saying,” Erra continued, “there has never been a child of the Wild within our bloodline. I was hoping that the Wild wouldn’t manifest, but it did and now it coexists with our powers inside his body. The might of our magic fuels him. I fear for my grandnephew, for he may be capable of terrible things.” My aunt, the party pooper. “Why should he be any different than the rest of us?” My aunt opened her mouth and closed it. “Good point.”
