Devon

As soon as I run through the outer doors, I’m met by a blast of raging heat, flames sprouting from across the plains north of the compound.

A line of witches clothed in black stand at the far side of the pond, palms upturned and spouting tongues of heat.

I watch as man, woman, and anyone else able, shifts from human to wolf, teeth snarling and claws raking the ground. They rush forward to the opposing side, wolves, and people among them.

It’s as if ...