Nathaniel sat in the middle of his cage watching Ariana as she stared intently into the small cauldron that bubbled over the flames in her hearth.
‘The rain should slow them down’ she muttered to herself distractedly, ‘that should give me time to prepare for their arrival.’
‘Ariana’ Nathaniel croaked out, his throat dry from lack of water, ‘please, talk to me, let me help you heal.’
Ariana shook her head, ‘I will heal, werewolf, as soon as that devil is dead’ she replied as she continued to peer into the water that showed the five wolves asleep in a tiny shack somewhere, the ferocious storm that she had sent their way, halting their progress toward her. She knew that she couldn’t keep the weather spell active for long, but at least she had bought herself enough time to put her plans in
