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The werewolves tied our wrists with some kind of magical rope, connecting us together in a long line, and escorted us down the opposite side of the mountain—most of them in their werewolf form, snapping their teeth at us each time we tripped or talked to each other.
Even Felix had been tied up and muzzled and was being practically dragged by our captors.
Any plans? I asked Theron.
Other than using our magic to break the rope and fighting them, no.
I glanced down at the ropes. I already tried magic. Even my fire barely warms the rope. It won’t break that easily.
Besides, breaking the rope and fighting, we didn’t have any options, and we were sorely outnumbered by these vicious creatures.
They seemed to know who you are, Theron said. Which means, the alpha is after you.
What could
