Seducing Mr. Werewolf
the witch’s voice was smooth, almost mocking.
I tightened my grip on my weapon, stepping protectively in front of Abigail and Zion. “Let us go,” I demanded.
The witch laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “Do you really think it will be that easy?”
Bastian stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the fury of his tribrid nature. “You don’t want to test us,” he growled.
The witch’s smile faded, and she raised her hand, casting a spell. A wave of dark energy surged towards us, but Bastian moved faster than I had ever seen. He deflected the attack with a swipe of his hand, the energy dissipating into the air.
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