Slowly, the witch straightened again, and her hands reached over and dusted some rubble that her touched her. She had not a single cut in her body, not even a bruise.

Her dark eyes locked with Rhiannon whom was now struggling to get up again, and a look darker than rage gleamed in her eyes.

"My turn," She said.

For the first time, her lips began to move.

Chills rolled down every wolf's spine like spiders were crawling over their skin. The air seemed to shudder, trying to understand words she ...