Dexter pov
Coming to a stop, the three of us freeze, trying to comprehend the sight before us. Ariah is suspended in mid-air as if laying on an invisible bed. A dark figure stands below her chanting in some kind of ancient language. Before I can think of a plan, the figure stops and looks at us before pulling something from their pocket and throwing it to the ground. A cloud of black smoke blankets the area, and I try to fight my way through it to reach Ariah. As the smoke started to dissipate, I realised it was a distraction, and the figure and our mate were now gone.
"F**k!" I shout, worry, and rage now coursing through me.
Shifting back into our human forms, I look to my brothers whose faces are now painted with worry and anger, too. " The witches have taken her! How in hell are w
