BRYN
The group of witches was allowed to run, and most of them charged for the forest. This is where I’d go too if I was there, this is where there was at least a slight chance of survival.
The king was the first to howl, his wolf much bigger than others and pitch black. Just as Alistair’s. He sprinted for the witches and I noticed that one of them did not run or try to hide. An older woman just stood there, her arms spread. As if she was ready to meet her cruel destiny.
And I wanted to scream when the King reached her and snapped her in two, but Zion grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard in his.
“You need to take yourself under control, Bryn,” he told me in a calm voice and I looked at him in surprise. The Duchess was right near us and could hear everything. Yet he lowered hi
