The shadows in the far corner of the room began to writhe and churn like a boiling cauldron of black ink.   The darkness coalesced, growing denser and larger until a massive, monstrous form began to materialize from the negative space.  Out stepped Jam, the Shadow King Wolf.The legendary beast, normally a majestic and terrifying force of pure darkness, staggered heavily. His usual sleek, void-like fur was matted and torn. Along his dark flank, deep, jagged gashes wept a strange, smoking purple essence instead of blood. The wounds looked caustic, as if melted into his very spirit form.     Jared’s eyes widened. A cold, volatile anger flared violently in his chest. He rushed forward, kneeling on the rough stone before his contracted summon. He reached out, his hands hovering just over the smoking injuries, feeling the erratic, weakened