Willow

Willow ran straight home to gather some supplies. Even if Durga wouldn’t put up magical defenses, she could create a few barriers and magical traps that would slow the wolf attack down.

“And she finally appears.”

Willow froze, ice creeping down her spine. Stiffly, she turned to see the High Priestess standing in the corner of her room.

Durga had her hands curled around the stolen grimoire, a deep look if disappointment in her eyes.

“Where did ...