Malcolm
Tuatha?” I say to the wizard standing in front of us. “What are you doing here?”
The old wizard shrugs as the ball of light hovering over his hand grows. “Stand back,” He says to us. “All of you.” We all do as he says. Tuatha flicks his wrist, and the ball of light blasts straight into the gates, and they open with a loud creaking noise.
“Where have you been?” Lincoln says. “My Dad has been trying to get a hold of you for months.”
Tuatha steps towards the gates. “I have been dealing with my own entrapment,” He replies vaguely. “I’ll tell you all about it later, but you have to get to Hecate’s house before those brutes wake up,” He gestures to the giants. “Do you pups have a plan on how you are going to fr
