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With the humans and Chesca staying behind, we ran out of the inn, the streets filled with curious women and children. They darted back at our sight, the fear clear in their voices and on their faces. I wanted to tell them it wasn’t us they should be afraid of, but there was no time to waste. We had an inn to protect.
The chanting of the blood mages died out and figures in purple robes marched into our street. A small child ran towards the hooded men and quickly paid with his life. The mother’s wails only added to the tragedy of the moment.
I felt the wolves around me tense and I knew the time to fight had come. I glanced at the black wolf next to me, my love for Ashleigh strengthening my courage to protect.
The first row of mages charged at us, their staffs at the ready. Regan howle
