“Maybe we should just leave,” Madison suggested.
“What part of surrounded by wolves makes you think they just want us to walk away?” Aria asked sardonically.
“Can’t you like poof us out of here?”
“I couldn’t poof us into the city. Why would I be able to poof us out of it?” Aria snapped. “There’s a magical barrier to prevent travel. At best I can give you a chance to run.”
“Outrun werewolves. You’re funny,” Madison remarked sardonically.
The circle of wolves began closing in on them.
“Back up,” Aria shouted, sparks flying from her fingertips.
“Aria, don’t hurt them,” Madison said, grabbing Aria’s wrist.
“Are you insane? A werewolf bite could kill you
