The tall witch’s voice rang out like a death sentence.
“Kill that wolf child!”
The three remaining witches lunged for Cora.
Damien didn’t hesitate. He shifted mid-air, his massive silver wolf slamming into the tall witch before the words had fully left his lips. Jaws locked, bones cracked, and blood sprayed as Damien ripped his throat out in a single, merciless motion. The witch’s lifeless body hit the forest floor with a dull thud.
But the others were still coming.
Cora whimpered, pressing herself against Raven’s legs, her tiny wolf form trembling.
Raven’s heart pounded. She needed to shift. Now.
But the wolfsbane—had it completely left her system? If not, shifting could paralyze her. But if she didn’t try, she’d be powerless.
She took a shaky breath and reached deep inside hersel
