Fight or Flight
William Pov I recognized the language. I knew this familiar presence in the air. This magic was my ancestral inheritance. I felt them all around us. I felt that power numbing my whole body. I looked over at Delilah and she was on her knees with her hands on her chest. Dante had called out to her. He was busy fighting Valentina but the minute Delilah dropped to the ground his head snapped to her. Their connection was real and strong. I had seen this before with her mother and father. I hated it, I truly hated it but I knew I couldn't do much about it. The witches came closer. "STOP!" I shouted. They continued. We all fell to our knees, even Valentina. "What the hell are you doing?" Valentina shouted. "You work for me." "Desencadenar el poder dins. Cremar els que ens defensen," the wi
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