Our Luna
I closed my eyes and directed them to the way.
The young alpha was not afraid, it was strange. Instead, he closed his eyes. I was amazed that he would give up so easily and accept his death. I expected a bigger fight from him. The fire reached him and flowed down from him, and gradually gathered strength and headed towards my witches, forming a river of fire on its way. How is this possible? This is my fire and it attacks my witches. I was confused. I tried to control my fire, but it didn't stop. I saw how it devoured my witches, who were so focused on their spells that they didn't even have time to defend themselves. They caught fire like dried hay and the fire spread through them like wild