Ragal

I turned the car key and sped off, leaving dust in my wake.

I was angry, and I didn't stop racing through the road until I reached my destination.

The witches' home where Eleanor lived. I had purposely kept it far off from where the packs stayed.

I didn't want anyone messing with witches. It was already enough that we had plagues — now coupled with the indestructible power of the witches, I wasn't sure anyone would stand a chance.

I parked my car in front. Two ...