"And yet," Pride gestured to Jaenor's unconscious form, "there he is. Living proof that the impossible is merely improbable."
Wendelina's expression had darkened further. "You're suggesting that boy represents something beyond even the Arkwright curse. Something new."
"I'm suggesting," Pride said carefully, "that he represents evolution. Or devolution. Possibly extinction for the rest of us if he's not properly controlled."
"And there are certain entities who don't want that boy to die, which leads to my question, as I cannot single-handedly face those powerhouses myself."
He paused. "Which is why I'm proposing an alliance. Temporary, limited in scope, but necessary."
"An alliance," Wendelina repeated flatly.
"Between the Covens and the Blaedred Skull. You must think me a fool."
"I think you're pragmatic. And I think you recognize that boy will wake up soon, and when he does, his transformation will resume. Next time, there may be no stopping it before he destroys everything."
