Mage of Wolves
Or be the first to strike.
I expected Verina to make some sort of grandiose statement, like, “How dare you trespass on my land!” or maybe, “Prepare for destruction, witch!” but she said nothing, only approached me, her shoulders squared off as she pulled up her own ball of power. Hers was not a palm full of flame the way that mine was. Instead, it was a glowing red ball that looked a lot like Mars, the light within it flickering but the sphere keeping its shape. I had no idea what a ball of power like that might do if it collided with one of my pack members, or myself, but I didn’t want to find out either.
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