Greta Lovelace
The wind whistled, carrying with it the scent of dogs and cold earth. Loud snarling and growling noises filled the night as Melina and I stared at the wolves down in front of us, our glowing wands held aloft.
"Just say the word, Witch Mother, and I will incinerate them all," whispered Melina as she drew the hood of her cloak back, revealing her silver hair.
The wolves didn't seem to appreciate her words. Slobber dripped from their bared teeth, falling to the earth like sticky poison. The loud growling noises that came from throats were joined by furious barking. One of the wolves, a huge brown one, stepped forward, crouching lower to the forest floor as though readying itself to lunge.
"Do not do anything stupid, Sister," I replied, not bothering to whisper back, as I kn
