Return of the Luna Queen
Just beyond her hazel eyes, I could see her wolf beneath, pacing in her mind, looking for an escape.
“Your right.” I agree, following in Estelle’s wake as we head for the stacks of books.
“Where do we start?” Lucille, hot on my heels, picks a book from a nearby shelf, opening it to the title page, Windigos and their uses.
“The witches grimoire is this way.” Estelle called, ushering us to follow.
She led us to the far end of the library, which seemed even more light and open, if that was even possible.
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