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for the past several centuries hadn’t done anything to improve Volcan’s sanity.
    “Desdemona was the last of her kind and Vasile, the Romanian Alpha, killed her just a few months ago,” she told him yet again.
    She could feel disbelief and anger flowing around her and she was surprised by the amount of power his spirit seemed to wield. Not that she frequently came in contact with non-corporeal beings that were supposed to be dead, so how would she know how much power they should or should not have?
    “Focus , Lorelle,” Volcan’s voice snapped her from her musing. “The situation is grimmer than I had originally thought. But no matter, that won’t change our plans.”
    “Our plans?” Lorelle asked hesitantly not really wanting him to elaborate on it but understanding she needed to know just how deep she was in.
    “You didn’t come here by chance , Lorelle,” Volcan’s voice took on a story teller like quality. “You were brought here by your subconscious, answering a call that I sent out. You see, I need a body to possess until I have the power to get my own back. There is only so much of my magic that I can use without a physical form. So I sent out a call and you, my dear, are what answered it.”
    “I don’t remember hearing a call,” Lorelle said trying to keep the fact that he had just completely creeped her out, from her voice.
    “Like calls to like , Lorelle, you know this. Your own black heart is drawn to the darkness in others and it heard the call even if you did not.”
    “ That really brings a whole new meaning to the term follow your heart ,” Lorelle muttered under her breath.
    “I see that you are blessed with the same foolhardy wit that your sister had. That’s too bad for you,” Volcan said dryly, obviously not impressed by her sarcasm.
    “In case you have forgotten so soon after having been told, I am the one who killed my sister. I’m not exactly harmless,” she snapped.
    “Then there is hope for you yet. I will need to possess your body to cast a seeking spell.”
    “What are we seeking?”
    “Gypsy healers,” he answered.
    “We don’t have to seek for any, I already know of one. There were two, but one of them took her own life to save the lives of her pack mates,” Lorelle explained with no emotion in her voice.”
    “You must not understand the value of a healer if you allowed one to die,” Volcan challenged.
    “How valuable can they be if they aren’t willing to cooperate? It’s not in the nature of a healer to harm; how can you possibly use their magic if they won’t bend to your will?” She asked.
    “Everyone has a weakness Lorelle, and if you can exploit that weakness you can get them to do just about anything.”
    Lorelle crossed her arms in front of her chest and rested her hip against the wall. She looked around the foyer, trying to see if she could get a read on his magic. If she could pinpoint his spirit, she could locate him, but her mind was such a terrible mess that she couldn’t focus. She knew there was no way out of the castle now that Volcan wanted her here. She wouldn’t be allowed to leave until his will released her. Like it or not, she was stuck.
    “I have been informed that there are several young gypsy healers out in the wide world as we speak. They are unaware of their heritage, and not under any protection. You are going to retrieve them for me.” Volcan’s voice had taken on a purring quality as he spoke of the healers.
    “Informed by whom?” Lorelle asked.
    “I have eyes and ears all over, Lorelle. You might want to remember that once I send you out to do my bidding. I may not have a physical form, but that does not mean I cannot wipe your pathetic life from existence.”
    She fought the urge to do something totally childish and human like flip him the bird, and settled for a frown and sullen silence instead. Not as satisfying, but quite a bit safer she was sure.
    “Now,” Volcan’s voice was close again, right next to her