Spells were flying all over the room as Clara stood in front of us, casting her spell. A few of the witches tried to take the amulet from Clara by force, but she was able to push them back with just a few waves of her hand. Even so, she needed help. She was all alone, standing against at least twenty other witches, and none of the werewolves dared to help her after what they had seen happen to their Alpha.
‘You need to help her. Her amulet is close to failing, I can feel it,’ my wolf told me. She sounded desperate, but I felt helpless. I wasn’t exactly a strong fighter, and letting my wolf take control clearly wasn’t an option right now.
‘That isn’t going to happen to us. We are resistant to most forms of magic, and the attack has weakened their spell to the point that I can easily defle
