-LYKOAN’S POV-
With a finger, I nudged the animal’s muzzle. No response. Apparently, she was still blacked out.
“We do not know her,” Lisandre, Bernadette’s youngest daughter, replied.
The circle remained unbroken. No one moved but the witches exchanged knowing glances. My nostrils flared. Although I was irate at this she-wolf, strangely, I liked her body being on mine.
How odd. As I tried to elevate my back from the ground, I noticed that the blood scent disappeared. All her wounds had healed.
“How do you feel?” Leah asked with concern.
Tenderly pushing the wolf to rest on my legs, I managed to sit up. “I'm fine. I'm just disappointed. Now tell me how to redo this ritual.”
All pairs of teal eyes widened before they looked at each other and then Bernadette glanced at me. “All the
