Chapter 18

Camille’s POV

The night was young yet held heavy tension. The crescent moon had absorbed enough energy all day and it shone brightly upon us. The bayou was dark yet our enemies were well outlined. We could see and pinpoint who we had to fight against and this time around, we will do that in a unified threshold ensuring to take down these pests who reek of nothing other than evil. But first, I need them to undo the hex on my hand that grows deeper by the minutes.

The witches lined up horizontally, holding hands and chanting unfamiliar words loudly with closed eyes and werewolves’ hearts were being ripped out from their rib cages.

The werewolves led by Asher were ferocious and when I did a mental headcount, they were about twenty in numbers and they fought the witches viciously and vigorously by sinking their fangs into any witch they could, battling with all vigor till the witches’ bones were broken and slowly collapse onto the ground before fur