Chapter 21

Ayra scowled in her underground lair near the mountains, looking at the wolves as they moved about their business of life without an idea of the danger still lurking behind. She growled, spittle filling her mouth as she glared at the mages walking about the fields. 

She spat in rage, wondering why there were many of them. She had been forced to stop the attacks on the pack because of their presence.

“Annoying folks,” she cursed.

She wished they would go soon so she could continue with her plans. If she cast any spell while they were around, they would sniff her out and know she had been in the mountains all along. She couldn’t fight the wolves while there was an army of magic wielders to fight back her spells.

She frowned, wondering how Draco knew of all the mages, witches, sorceresses, and wizards he had gathered within a week. She snorted as she thought of