The Black Wolf
My lips curled into a giggle.
“Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.”
More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious.
He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow.
He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.
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