It was in a big black tent that the witch doctor lived. Fayree had her eyes on it as she watched the flaps on the tent move with the wind, but she could not go to it, she could not even take another step forward.
“I think we should go back.” her sister, Lilliac said.
She was the youngest, only nineteen. She didn’t know what was at stake here and even if she did, she was always too fearful for Fayree to even listen to her.
Instead, it pushed Fayree forward and drove away her fear.
“The triplet alphas aren’t wanted worldwide for nothing!” She spat at her youngest sister, so loud that it caught the attention of the entity that lived in the tent.
All the breath got sucked out of Fayree’s throat when she spotted something that looked like the bark of a tree staring at her. She stretched he
