Chapter Ninety-Seven.
The Western Forest, Lands of the Fae.
Giselle, rushed toward Gabriel, gathering her young son in her arms, and creating a protection bubble around them. She gasped in horror as a group of rogues descended on the camp. The men folk were attempting to use their magic to battle with the group of very well organised wolves. However, the magic that formed at their fingers seemed to lose power, and the lightning bolts they attempted to throw like javelins at the wolves became little more than tiny sewing pins and fell at their feet.
“Mama, why is the magic not working?” Gabriel asked, fear in his voice.
“I do not know,” she whispered, but Giselle had a good idea. Only the queen had the power to supress a Fae’s magic, and so these wolves had her blessing, and protect
