Juan Santiago
The emotions that were boiling inside me were reaching a fever pitch as Greta began to cast the teleportation spell. I was torn between a dozen different thoughts, all of them vying for my attention and my focus. Fear for my pack's safety, fear for Greta and her coven's safety, my jumbled feelings towards Greta, the mission of finding Vladimir - everything seemed to be pressing in on me and I was trying desperately to push them all away.
I watched as Greta waved her arms in front of her, invoking the various elements she needed for the spell. She spoke words in an ancient language that I could not understand but knew must have been powerful, judging by how it made the air around us feel electric with energy.
My skin prickled with a strange sensation. A warmth seemed to flo
