Beside me, Peter unleashed his relentless energy balls, each burst lighting up the night with a fierce determination. My mother, wielded her powers with finesse, tossing aside the demons conjured by the sinister darkness that enshrouded Harper. And even within the chaos, Harper herself faltered, a flicker of dread betraying her knowledge that her reign was teetering on the edge of defeat.
I look around to see the covens banding together to fight a fight we were not yet prepared for. But with our allies and our magic combined, I know we will defeat her. I look at her, her eyes once again locking with mine, I give her a small smirk, knowing this will be her end. We will come out of this victorious.
The sight before me was both exhilarating and surreal.
Werewolves and witches, two faction
