CHAPTER THIRTY ONE-SCHEMING WITCHES

The rhythmic, forceful knocking against the heavy metal door rang through the village as the giant of a man beat his fist against it. “Open up, Teddy! It’s Billy!”

The muffled, raspy Scottish voice echoed through the empty house but reached no one. An aching sensation plummeted through the old wizard’s gut, and he suspected that he might have come to Norway too late. “Teddy!”

With a flick of his wrist, the titan flung the door open, and it slammed against the wall. As the blast of icy cold air swept through the room, a loud, throaty snore came from the kitchen.

Carefully walking through the simple home, Billy’s eyes darted back and forth across the poorly lit room. He followed the sounds of sleep until he found Teddy on the floor by the sink.

When the garbled sounds of a man’s voice in the distance broke Teddy from his slumber, the young warlock tried hard to open his heavy eyes. No matter how he tried to wi