CHAPTER EIGHT
The wolf saw me mid-arc. It bounced off Bo and leaped even higher into the air. Bo crashed to the floor.
The wolf landed a few feet away from me, and I stared it in the eyes.
I knew those turquoise eyes. It was Gillian.
The wolf stalked toward me.
"Where's your pack?" I asked, backing up.
Behind the wolf, Bo aimed one of his bottles. CeCe readied her sword, crouching low. Bo motioned to me to keep talking.
"If this is what working with the coven looks like, it's going to end badly for you," I said.
Gillian growled again.
THUNK!
A bottle hit his back and he whipped around. Bo adjusted his sunglasses and made a "bring it on" motion with his hands.
"Round two, poochy!" he cried as CeCe charged him.
She slashed the wolf's shadowy body, but her sword cut through the sh
