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“You have a hell of a mother, Keeva.” Orla mumbled. There was more banging on the back door. Orla grabbed the captured shapeshifter and used him as a shield. She opened the front door and walked outside. All the pumas and leopards in the front hunched down, growling, preparing for an attack.
“Withdraw, or I’ll set him on fire.” Orla said and threw a fireball at a tree in the front yard. The tree burst into flames. “Now, withdraw!” Orla yelled at the animals. They kept growling, unsure of what to do. There were rows and rows of them. A sea of shapeshifters walked stealthily around them.
Then she heard a haunting howl, the coolest howl Orla had ever heard. “Mori!” Orla exclaimed under her breath and grinned. Beneath the moonlight, Mori appeared—a magnificent warrior with an army of spa
