Red Rover
We’re almost in position when Charlie’s forcefield intensifies—and then the witches strike.
Magic streaks through the air like missiles: poison, stone, fire, ice—every spell in their arsenal. They hit her in the face, the legs, the wings. She howls and stumbles, shrieking as parts of her skin sizzle, crack, bleed, and petrify.
She’s stunned. Distracted.
Our wolves—Rowen, Alexander, Summer, and Jared—move in next. Throwing rocks. Swiping. Dodging her claws.
The plan is working.
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