A layer of an invisible shield covered every single wolf. The ground beneath the layer was Ashlee. Unknowingly, she was holding it all. Her eyes filled with the glow of the flaming sun. She stared at Hagatha, her expression filled with the agony she carried.
Her head kept repeating the scene of Sybil’s death and the cruelty of Hagatha among her pack. Her teeth clenched, her breathing labored, and distressing expressions covered her face.
“That’s it.” Hagatha opened her mouth, astonished by what Ashlee had just turned into. “I waited for decades just to have a mere glance at this incredible sight.” She spoke, extending her hand out to touch the transparent sheet, which resisted her every spell.
“This will all be mine now.” She giggled, touching the layer and gliding her fingers across it
