Right before everyone’s eyes, Mr Jones metamorphosed into the same large black wolf which had knocked the witch off her feet at Nezmae. “Oh, no!” Eric gasped. The throne room became engulfed in commotion, pandemonium setting in and people running here and there, helter skater. Queen Neticia fainted, Prince Damian stood there shocked at the sight of the snarling wolf before him, King Nixon rushed to his fainting Queen, and the Anna?? She jerked to her feet, smirking, pleased at the sight.
Sir Wilcox was the first to draw his sword, his men followed, and they immediately circled Ranson. Bad move. Ranson snarled, his eyes blazing like magma as he waited for the first knight to attack, and Sir Wilcox did. Though against his wish, Ranson knocked the king’s Commander off his feet and then went
