My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
The runes on his chest blazed brighter, reacting to the surge of magic.
“Perhaps,” Lilith said softly, “I should send you to the man you are standing for,he doesn't like wolves you know.”
She drew her other hand back, a pulse of dark light forming between her fingers,a death spell, pure and sharp. The sigil on her palm flared to life, casting shadows across her face as she smirked.
“When you get there,tell him Lilith sent him dinner.” She said,then she threw it.
The spell streaked through the air, a spear of violet fire. It should have struck the Elder square in the chest.But just before it reached him, the light shattered.
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