Mage of Wolves
I doubted there were, but perhaps there should be.
Just as I was beginning to refocus my attention on the book in my hand, there was a sizzle that ignited the air around us, and then everything in the room went dark and quiet. I could smell the ozone in the air and immediately recognized whatever had happened, it had been due to magic--the illegal use of magic.
“It wasn’t me!” I shouted, looking up at Ms. Piper, whose fingers were poised over her keyboard, even though her computer was no longer working. Her eyes were wide, and she looked frightened. Maybe we all should’ve been.
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