"Lead the way, Drogo. We will follow ye." Maddie throws her bags in the back of the car. Drogo shifts to his dragon form. Before he can spread his wings, a cold wind and a loud death rattle whip around them. "Fomoire." Selene and Maddie exclaim. Jones hisses, wrapping his hand around Selene's arm and pulling her behind him. "Stay there." Selene rolls her eyes and steps around him. She appreciated his help, but she had her wolf and magic to protect her. Off in the distance, an odd shape moves closer. The shape begins to form a figure, and Selene gasps as she recognizes the face of her beloved mentor. Grace looks like she always had, her radiant red hair hung about her thin frame, but her eyes held none of the sparkle Selene had grown accustomed to, instead, she is looking into two endless pits of despair. Grace holds up her hands in surrender to the witches. "I'm here to help!"
"Goddess, Grace! How i
