Chapter 58
Adeline’s witch was frozen, anchored to the floorboards as if her very shadow had been nailed into place. Her eyes grew dinner-plate wide, the "soulless" coldness finally replaced by a frantic, jagged terror as Kalleigh’s massive jaws zeroed in on her throat.
She screamed, a sound of pure desperation, and pushed against the air with every ounce of her will to teleport away. But the ether remained silent. Whatever binding spell Svetlana had woven was absolute; the woman couldn't move a single millimeter. She was a statue of flesh and bone, forced to watch as the silver-grey fury of a Primordial lunged for her.
Kalleigh didn't just strike; she descended. The weight of the wolf hit the woman with the force of a falling mountain, pinning her against the wall as the air was driven
