Chapter 51

Kane's POV:

Willow leads us down the embankment, towards the enemy. She appears fearless, walking with her back straight and head held high, but I can sense her inner turmoil. She’s scared. More than she was when her father breathed down her neck. “Stop,” she whispers. “Look.”

She waves her hand in the air, opening a little window in the magical shield hiding Vickus’s wolves from us. The air is suddenly thick with the smell of smoke and roasting meat. I can hear the laughter of his wolves, see them bustling around their campfires. All of it neatly contained within the boundaries of the spell.

I stare at the force before us. Wolves as far as the eye can see. There’s no way Richard doesn’t know they’re on his territory, and his pack is huge. If he joined them along the way, Vickus’s ranks swelled by roughly two-thousand.

We can’t possibly fight them. Willow waves her hand again, closing the window. “Wow,” Jackson offers. “Powerful magic.”

“Well, there’s a thousand or so witches. If