In the end, they decided to run.

Michael was still worried about Nagy, and staying to make a fuss would do them no good.

Nagy, somewhat recovered from the blood she had just drunk, turned into mist and flowed through the dark night.

An owl followed her silently.

Michael knew some magic, as did Lucian, they had learned it from old grimoires kept in the pack and from their wanderings around the world.

In fact, Michael was more versatile and knew many more spells because he had to rely on them all