The witch screeched and released a burst of raw dark magic point-blank, a force that would have sent any creature flying backward. Instead, River felt it seep into her skin—like heat dissolving into warm water—absorbed harmlessly by the amulet pulsing at her neck.
The witch froze in horror.
“What ARE you?!”
River pushed her arm aside and stepped forward, eyes glowing. “Someone you should have never threatened.”
“But your blood—your diluted bloodline—your mother’s power—it should make you vulnerable, not—NOT THIS!” the witch screeched as she launched another wave of spells, one after another, riddled with panic.
Each spell sputtered uselessly against River’s aura.
The witch screamed in denial. “NO! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE! THE PROPHECY—THE RITUAL—THE BLOOD OF THE DARK ALPHA—IT’S IMPO
