It was as a wolf howled in a holding cell; witches crossed the line into war.
Snow under their feet as they walked in their backyard. Maxine and Tabatha looked at each other and nodded as Richter came out of the back door of the house. Smiling cocky seeing just the two of them, Maxine and Tabatha didn’t wilt as he tried to get into their heads first. “Well, this is a very disappointing little army. You two don’t really think you can defeat me, can you?”
He sent Maxine a mocking look, “You’re a child. I taught you everything you know and whatever two grader spell my half-wit sister has taught you in two days? It won’t be enough.” It never was as he reminded his sister cruelly, “And considering I have your magic in my back pocket sister, I don’t see you successfully even performing a spe
