Chaos.

The coven poured out of their homes. Already I could tell we were outnumbered, so desperately outnumbered. Stride had Annecy's entire army at his back, and they were bounding down the street toward us.

But we had something he didn't. Witchcraft.

Aimes and I crashed into each other in the middle of the street as witches ran past us, prepared to fight. Snarling sounded from somewhere, but I couldn't see where in the blinding sunlight.

"Do not leave my side!" ...