NARRATIVE POV
Brea begins to recite the memorized incantation as Frankie and Oliver cough violently over the powder that they both inhaled when Aria threw it at them.
The air around the group within the room began to swirl, and the sound of unseen shadow wolves howled and snarled.
Mike pushed himself into a seating position and held his unconscious son, Ryner, close to his chest. Protecting his body as the aura of the room began to shift.
It grew darker. Heavier.
Brea, feeling more confident, took another step closer as she began to repeat the incantation. This time with even more confidence and conviction. The swirling air became rapid and frantic.
“Brea, not so close.” Courtney said, reaching out and pulling the dazed hybrid witch back into the safety of the group, still standing c
