The Pack's Rebels
she said darkly, the red glowing in her eyes and he felt the change in the air raising the hair on his neck as the energy charged around her, warping like heat.
She held her hands together before her, her fingers tangled in a length of yarn and spread her hands suddenly, the yarn stretching out in a form of a child’s string game. Her eyes were locked on the humans. “Twist and turn, knot and tie, for freedom yearn, and wonder why,” she said, her words ringing with magic as she tangled the string with sharp movements of fingers and wrists.
The men looked startled, their weapons dropping from their hands as their arms constricted to their chests and their legs jerked together, crossing at knee