Bernice felt something was wrong. She can’t feel the connection between her and Era. ‘I will spare her life in exchange for your power.’ Bernice repeated. Then a voice in her mind started speaking. “Verna, listen, in front of you is Magdalene. Continue to act like it is me. I am here with your brother chained in silver. I can’t unleash any of us. Look to your right quickly.”
When Bernice made a glimpse on her right and opened her eyes, blood is everywhere. Werewolves are dying. La Quintana’s old shacks are in flames. It was broad daylight, and the werewolves had no power to fight. They are weak in the morning and strong at night. The castle that Era built for her and their children is now pieces of shattered cement and glass on the ground, and then she heard consecutive explosions. She
