Web of Magic #3:
Cry of the Wolf
The dragonflies immediately flew to the top of the dreamcatcher, grabbing strands of webbing in their beaks.
"What are they doing?" Emily asked.
"How should I know?" Kara said. "I'm amazed they understand anything I say at all."
Each holding a strand of hair, the dragonflies pulled the dreamcatcher down making it spin end over end. It was beautiful and hypnotic.
Adriane held up her stone and focused. This time she sensed a faint glimmer — a connection. Storm? "I felt something!" Adriane said excitedly.
The dragonflies began to slow down and Adriane's connection faded.
"Keep the dragonflies spinning!" she called out.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Kara asked.
"Hurry, the portal is closing!" Ozzie said.
Adriane saw the tunnel swirling into a tighter spiral, drawing the edges of the portal toward the center.
Kara eyed the dragonflies' formation carefully. Bobbing her head in time with their motions, she watched the moving strands sweep over the ground and past her — she used to be really good at this game.
Adriane saw Kara jump into the throng of dragonflies and start skipping over the moving strands.
The dragonflies all squealed with delight at this new game and began spinning faster, around and around as Kara jumped over the moving strands.
Adriane felt the magic connection again, stronger —
Flash! She saw a dark dungeon filled with sick animals ...
Adriane leaned in closer ...
Flash! A lone mistwolf lay, crying ... for its lost human.
Adriane gasped. "Storm?"
You are always in my heart ... The voice was so faint it might have been a whisper. It might have been the wind.
It was hard to stay focused with all the commotion going on, with the web spinning, dragonflies buzzing around, and Kara singing, "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack! All dressed in black, black, black! With silver buttons, buttons, buttons! All down her back, back, back!"
