A WEAK SLAVE
The color sent shivers down my spine.
"Stay safe, Rory."
I nodded and slipped out the back of the tent. The witches were gathered in front, and many of them were walking toward a row of shaded trees just inches from our location.
As silently as I could, I slid behind a bush and approached their circle. My breathing was as high as my heartbeat.
"I could swear I smelled wolves," said a witch with bright green hair. "We should set the place on fire."
"I'm not in the mood for one of your pranks, Agatha," another replied. "And I'm hungry. Mildew, how much longer until dinner?"
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