*Circe’s POV*
I thought that I had a chance with the stupid little mutt. She is a werewolf, and I am a witch. I should have been able to take her down easily, but no. I even tried to use my enchanted necklace against her, but she was too quick.
There was something weird about this alpha. It didn’t matter how many times I used a spell on her, they never worked. I may not be the strongest witch, but my necklace boosted my powers.
Now I stood in front of her, with no necklace, as she took intimidating steps towards me.
“This is not how you will go down, Circe!” I told myself.
That was when I knew that I needed to call for backup.
I screeched at the top of my lungs, making her cover her ears in pain. She hissed and yelled at me as she massaged her ears.
My backup finally showed up
