Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

Casmir's eyes widened; he was riveted to Rowan's gentle voice now. He knew his family followed the ways of magick, something he had largely eschewed. but to think that the babies were whispering to their mother, that she heard ghosts -- he was fairly stunned, and this showed on his young features. It was comforting that whoever owned the voices did not threaten the ashen wolfess. the boy himself wasn't sure if he could handle that. 

her features changed; the boy realized he could sense her fear, and though her words were vague, Cas suspected that there was more Rowan was holding back. but he was also old enough now to know that he must not press for such answers. "you're gonna do great," he whispered instead, smiling at his cousin. 

his humour failed as soon as it had come, and Cas sighed. "soon. i have no idea if we will be able to catch him, but ... we have to try."