Suddenly, three of the Black Arrows pick up their pace and dart ahead of me, shifting into their wolf forms. I hear the sounds of fighting mere moments later. Without a second thought, I shift as well, along with the rest of the Arrows.
A full scale battle is taking place in front of me when I get past the trees and into a clearing. I recognize Jimmy’s wolf facing off against Thomas’s wolf and at least nine white witches. The three Black Arrows who left my side have also joined in. Jimmy is shielding Mira, who is crying. Snarling, I jump into the fray, attacking the witch closest to me. She turns around and presses her hands against my chest, but before she can move her mouth, I rip her head off.
Thomas sees me and staggers back in fear.
As the white witches are engaged by the Black Arr
