The witch screamed at everyone to get out.
The King dragged Hana away from the scene. Linkel and the other remaining shifter left the room.
The witch continued her magic, which was either not working or was making matters worse. The growling and snarling grew to a frenzy, then suddenly stopped.
An hour later, the witch came out, drenched in sweat. She staggered forward, swallowing a pill from her seemingly endless supply of pockets from the inside of her plain gown.
“Is it done?” the King asked, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on, just outside the curtained cave.
He had instructed Linkel to take Hana away; the other rogue had followed. No one else was in the tunnel.
The witch stared up at him. “You, Alpha,” she sang, “owe me for this,” she stated as she leaned agains
