Dawn of the Hunters
I repeat and the white witch scoffs.
“Kian,” She gently says, laying a hand on his arm. Immediately the wolf relaxes and the black in his eyes fade, revealing a golden brown. “Not war, love.” She says smiling. “Our magic responds to one another, like yin and yang. Dark and light. We are similar but not.”
“We are in harmony,” I add, feeling it as our magic explores one another. “Opposite but complementary.”
“So, you are not ready to fight?” The darker-skinned male Rhett called Hunji asks.
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