323. WHO ARE THE UNLUCKY ONES?
VALERIA
I command them in their minds before my feet hit the ground and open a dangerous crater that sinks several inches.
The earth cracks as if a black spiderweb were spreading under my boots.
“Aaaggg!” they roared when the Selenia magic struck them, and the smell of burned fur fills the air, but they stay put and start to shift.
My claws extend and grab each of their ears, forcing them to bend.
“Right now you’re going to explain to me, Magnus and Fenrir Thorne, what the hell you’re doing fig