The stench of decay and corruption emanating from the furred apparition was almost overpowering. Sam had expected the smell after his invasion of the sanctum, but he hadn’t expected to see what he was seeing. Like the odor, the being’s silhouette was familiar from his troubled dreams and frustrated attempts to enhance his magical power. He had seen a similar creature when they had raided the Circle’s murder ritual. Both Willie and Dodger were right and wrong. Hyde-White was a wendigo, but he was very much alive.