The Alpha's Desires For His Outcast Luna
No matter how much of a skilled fighter I was, they were just too many but I would go down without fighting.
"Legali ora," Scarlett chanted, green roots shooting from the ground in an instant, at the same time. I watched in awe as every damn rogues was stopped in place, the greed roots binding them and holding their lower bodies to the ground. They tried clawing them out but the more they wiggled the harder they tightened around them, drawing horrific screams from them.
"Not bad." Tristan shrugged, before spreading his hands again while he chanted a spell of his own.
"Stingere," he shouted, but nothing happened, drawing a small gasp of disbelief from him.