Elsa kissed Rafael one last time before the war passionately as a group of Maketes appeared out of purple smoke. One thing was clear. The couple was not going to make it easy for the Maketes or Wicca. They are going to fight. Getting caught is always Plan B.
"Some of them have moonstones handing around their neck." Rafael groaned, taking out his dagger.
"Leave them to me!" Elsa growled, her eyes twinkling for a split second. She had overcome a moonstone before while fighting Wicca to protect Rafael. But there were several of them now. But she was confident that if she tried enough, she could handle it.
Elsa focused on her profound memories of grief and happiness. She kept reminding herself why she needed to win this war. Elsa knew she had to reach her spirit and awaken her dormant po
