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Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch. Barbie held up her daggers and slashed through the beast's throat as easy as cutting the throat of a goat. Jucel quickly examined Zabdiel's wounds. The blood was oozing non-stop from his torso and he was breathing irregularly. His arm was twisted while his knee was fractured.

"Don't you want me to?" Patricia quickly nodded, "Of course ma'am, I do want to. I just don't want Viviana to get to hear this incase she has any hand in my sister's ailment, she really scares me" I chuckled and placed my hands on her shoulder, my eyes fixed on her, "Come on,you don't have to be scared. Patricia is just a werewolf like you, she isn't a witch that has powers to cast spells on others. You need to keep your spirit calm, okay, everything will be fine" I assured her with a smile on my face.

So he gave up till she called him by herself. Patricia, who has refused to eat the foods Thompson brought, looked weak. The chain used on her makes her grow feeble every single day, she couldn't even talk much other than to watch Thompson doing what's best known to him daily. He stood still as he noticed some unknown movement in the bush, he moved closer to view. Getting there, a wolf sped out of the bush, attacking him unaware. That would have been his death if only he had not duplicated himself. The three clones saw this and went to save their prime when Dave's mum shot one with her gun. Ella's mum dashed out of the bush also and faced the other two clones. Ella's mum wasted no time in des

As it did I said, “Show everyone the truth.” My essence tightened around her. It stopped about 2” from her and she smirked. I cocked my head to the side and flashed my eyes pushing my essence to break through her barrier. Patricia’s eyes widen as my essence started to close in on her again until it tight against her body. When my essence dissipated her power was on display for everyone to see and feel. “So, what are you?” I asked again, still in my goddess form. “She’s a Witch. A very high-level witch.” Chaos said.

"That's not the point, Patty! I sent Mr Bumble with a letter too. But he didn't get back either! And I'm scared why they didn't send a single reply! Mom and dad would never do that!" Her hands were trembling. But she tried acting fine by pulling on a fake smile. "Maybe because it's not a big issue. It must be just a normal vision! We- we could go ask Bonny Markham again!" Oh dear! "Patricia, Bonny Markham, is no one!" Her smile dropped. "Wh- wha- what do you mean?" "When I asked about Bonny Markham to Mark, he said there was no one with that name in our institute!"

Mike nods at me and we leave the building together. Zeus and I are both excited to get to Patty’s to see our girls. I feel like I am speeding like a mad man but only crawling like a turtle. It seems like it takes forever to get there. Finally I pull up to Patty’s. The diner is packed, and I see Patty inside hustling about. I look into the surrounding trees and see the glowing eyes of several of my pack members, in wolf form, patrolling the space to protect their Luna.

Her eyes, though clouded with age, were as sharp as flint as they landed on my stomach, then my face. “The Black Widow heir and the little troublemaker,” Patricia wheezed, a ghost of a smirk appearing. “I suppose you didn't come here just to see if I was still breathing. What do you want, Luna?” I didn't hesitate. I sat in the chair opposite her, leaning forward until I could see the reflection of the morning light in her dark pupils. “I want to know about the extinction, Granny Patricia. The pack that was wiped out fifteen years ago. The one with the wolf pelt charms.”

"Well, if we find a way to set you free without you dying, then I won't keep you a prisoner inside the orb for any longer." Finn smiles. "Thank you, Patricia." "You're welcome." I watch Finn take a seat with a plate bigger than his earlier one with both taco shells and nachos. The man seems to have a black hole for a stomach, and when he catches me looking, his lips turn smug. "By the way, I've been meaning to tell you this: you're interesting, Patricia—when you passed out, the face creeping into your mind was the one belonging to Dior, and yet you haven't finished this mating ritual. Why is that?"

"I don't want her dead." This time, it was Deandra whose smile widened. "Is that the artist-and-his-creation protectiveness? How cute." She sneered at him. Swansea held out a hand to calm Deandra and she forced her eyes back to Kieran Masters. "Tell me about the information you have for us." "Um... The tenth Patron is dead." He said it out immediately. "She was killed by the blue wolf." The nine Patrons shifted uncomfortably in their seats as some folded their hands.

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram