Chapter Twenty-FiveThe dog, if it could still be called a dog, was slumbering in its cage. Caden watched the rise and fall of its chest and was satisfied the spell had worked.
He picked up the glass vial from next to the cage and held it up to the light, disappointed to find it was almost empty. The spell was one they had used several times over the years, and now their supply of the potion was running low. It was a witch who had provided them with it in the first place, but she was no longer there to replace it.
Caden had been awake for several hours, but had been waiting for the sun to rise before moving from his bed. He didn’t want to disturb his brother. Hedrek had been working throughout the night, watching a local woman they suspected of witchcraft. A neighbour claimed the woman sp
