Chapter 33

In Clive's home

Pulling the covers tight and tucking my hands under my armpits, I tried to hide the trembling that was shaking my body. I just felt cold. That's all.

“Possibly, but most likely a sorcerer. Demons don't have the concentration needed to put in that much effort to kill. The sorcerer, however, uses the demon's knowledge and power to enhance his spells. I could be wrong, but I guess we're looking for a black witch who's crossed over into sorcerer territory,” Dave said.

“Where, Sam guessed, tortured wolves probably come from. What do we know about Schuyler?" Clive asked.

Dave shrugged. "Owen said he was going to ask his mom about her. According to him, he has known Schuyler for some time, and the black streaks in her aura came as a surprise to him."

My teeth started chattering. "Dave, can you make Sam some cocoa?" Clive leaned closer, hugging me with one arm.

"Thank you. I don't know if that means anything, but I think I smelled a vampire, a wolf, and possibly a demon in her