I finally reach Damian’s side, and I think it takes him a few seconds to realize the other wolf is no other than his younger brother. Even I am still gathering the pieces. But the most important is that this witch, the young woman facing us, has a few butterflies flying around her. The very same kind of butterfly as the blue one that has been staying with me these last few days, except for the fact that hers are of multiple different colors and somewhat smaller.
She looks quite young, too, with gentle emerald eyes and fair white skin. While I’m staring at her, I realize all the roots have stopped attacking, and silence befell the stadium.
“Liam, what are you doing?!”
Nathaniel, from one of the benches, is staring with confusion at the scene. He runs toward us, approaching his
